Oct 21, 2010 23:30
This is completely unacceptable.
Nel. Honey. I love you, but seriously?
No. That is quite enough from you.
Twenty-three years old. Girl, you are twenty-fucking-three years old and you never even so much as sucked face--
How can I silence this abomination?
apris doesn't bless you,
stranger on a strange boat,
incomprehensible
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Hey! Hey! This lad here can fix the problem!
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[She acts as if she can't hear her shadow agreeing with his.]
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[He switches to text as well before his shadow starts being too silly.]
Yeah, he's a bit of a bugger. No. No clue how to shut them up.
...Was yours kidding or have you really never kissed anyone?
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... Yes. As you say, a... 'bugger'.
I do not see how it could be important, but no, I haven't.
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If you share a bit of lip with someone then you can't be teased about it.
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Sharing my lip does not sound like an appetizing venture. Unless you don't mean literally?
[...
Was that a joke.
Did Nel just make a funny.
Gasp!]
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You know what I mean. Kiss someone and the shadow can't tease you about having never done it.
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[Of course he damn well has an ulterior motive, Nel knows him.]
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[... Double entendre? Her? Not on purpose!]
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[He's on his way though.]
You're in the kitchen then?
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But neither is she going to hide like a coward after she already said. Yes, she's in the kitchen, finishing the last of lunch's plates and soaking them in the sink. Damp or soapy from the elbows down. Idly hoping she won't regret the decision, Nel taps out a last transmission.]
Yes, my load is almost done.
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Milady! Your prince has arrived!
[Joe chuckles. He's alright with his shadow talking so long as it doesn't spill too much.]
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She shrugs it off internally and gives a slight smile.]
Greetings, your highness.
[Nel bows formally as she would to a sovereign leader, to add extra irony.]
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Rise, my loyal subject.
[He runs his fingers through her hair as he passes.]
Stop messin' around and kiss the lass. Kiss 'er! Go on!
Behave, ya little shit.
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Christ on a pogo stick, man, I tell ya. She's gonna stall until your meatbag shows some god damn initiative! I'm attached to a frigging block of ice!
[Disgruntled now, she wrings the towel over the sink and snaps.] Oh, I do apologize for you being so put-upon. It's a terrible life I'm sure.
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