[There's a scraping sound you hear first, like a stick being dragged back and forth against stone, and beneath that the very faint sounds of outside.]
[Luciela's voice, when she finally speaks, is somewhat less colorful than usual. Unless petulance is a color.]I don't believe I've ever seen so many good samaritans crowded into the ruins at once
(
Read more... )
Reply
Reply
I would be more grateful if that face were here to spit in.
[And now it's more of a cruel smirk, followed by a little laugh.]
Wait. No I wouldn't.
[Ah, just one more thing to love about Anatole.]
Reply
You almost make it sound as if spitting would be too kind! But what would then be appropriate?
[Biting it off? ...well, maybe.]
Perhaps some day in the future you can find out.
Reply
[Cutting her into ribbons, though? Sure thing.]
Reply
I'm certain, should the need arise, you'd find something suitable enough for the occasion.
And if not... well, I may be able to offer a few ideas that could help.
Reply
I'll keep that in mind, should the need arise.
We haven't formally met. I am Iolanthe. [Today, anyway.]
Reply
Luciela, at your service, dear. It's wonderful to find people so understanding in this place. They're rather rare.
Reply
[Yes, you, Scar.]
Reply
Leave a comment