Typist takeover! A log from last night - typist knowledge only, please, if you could.
Raffles> Bunny!
Raffles> Over here. *grins*
Raffles> How are you, old thing? It feels like an age.
Bunny> I've been...well, to be perfectly forthright, not particularly well.
Raffles> *frowns* Here, let's move away a bit and you can tell me about it. Are you ill?
Raffles> *leads Bunny over to Cushy Armchairs*
Bunny> *shakes head* No, no, nothing like that. Simply worried, and...well *rueful grin* verse doesn't pay as well as a fellow should like.
Raffles> Silly it doesn't, too. You're certainly good enough. *considers*
Bunny> Not good enough to make much of an honest living at it. *sighs*
Raffles> Only because your editors are fools. *firm* I'm hardly an expert, but I think you're very good. I always understand better after I read your work.
Bunny> *cough* Really, now, Raffles...
Raffles> Well, I do. *thinkthinkthink*
Bunny> ....that's...that's awfully decent of you to say so.
Bunny> *observes Raffles thinking*
Bunny> *gets slightly nervous*
Raffles> It's only the truth, my dear rabbit.
Raffles> Though I suppose there is a certain basic decency about the truth.
Bunny> *looks uncomfortable* I suppose there is.
Raffles> *grins* Not in the mood for philosophy?
Bunny> *smile* Philosophy's never been my strongest point.
Raffles> *twitchy little smirk* Nor mine. But it's an interesting pursuit, nonetheless. Doesn't pay though, more's the pity.
Raffles> Not that everything's about what pays.
Raffles> Often it's just the style of the thing. The dash of it, the form. Like cricket!
Bunny> *grins nervously* I don't suppose you've got any suggestions for making my supposedly stylish writings pay any better.
Raffles> *cheerfully* Well, there's always extortion. But that's hardly sporting.
Bunny> .........hardly.
Bunny> ....*coughs*
Raffles> *laughs and pats Bunny's shoulder* Oh, I /wouldn't/, Bunny.
Bunny> Of course, of course. *isn't so sure*
Raffles> Even though it would be a wonderful challenge, finding something useful about a boring, respectable newspaperman.
Raffles> And they /ought/ to recognize what your work's worth.
Raffles> Still, it wouldn't be very satisfying for you if they were forced to, would it?
Raffles> So I wouldn't, even were it sporting.
Raffles> *smiles angelically*
Bunny> *wibbles*
Raffles> *more smiling*
Raffles> You know, they tell tales about people who stole from the gods…
Raffles>
Bunny> ...do they now?
Raffles> Oh, indeed.
Bunny> I've read about that...Prometheus stole fire from the gods.
Raffles> Of course, most of the people who get away with are Norse.
Bunny> And was chained to a rock, with an eagle tearing at him.
Raffles> Exactly! Prometheus.
Bunny> ...exactly what?
Raffles> *nods cheerfully* Until Hercules came to let him loose.
Raffles> That's who I was thinking of.
Raffles> Prometheus.
Raffles> So many long names.
Bunny> Quite.
Raffles> One has to wonder how the Greeks got through introductions.
Bunny> ...I suppose most of them only had one name. Unlike we English who have two or three at least.
Raffles> An excellent point, my rabbit.
Raffles> But, you know, I wonder if it was worth it... Must have been wonderful fun, getting away with it - even just for a little while.
Bunny> ...what, fire? I should think that would be an easy sell, if people hadn't got it.
Bunny> *softly* and anyways, it isn't as though you're all about the selling, anyway.
Raffles> Oh, no. That's already been stolen, fire. No use stealing it again.
Raffles> *looks thoughtfully at Bunny* No, I'm not. But I do have my limits. And besides, I believe I can count myself as Lady Hestia's guest.
Bunny> ...can you now?
Bunny> *is vaguely relieved*
Raffles> Well, she insists on feeding me, and I believe you could very well live off her oatmeal alone.
Bunny> She's a dear hearted old thing. Or so I understand.
Raffles> Indeed she is. Kindest woman I've ever met, I think.
Bunny> You seem fond of her.
Raffles> I am, rather. It's a bit like suddenly having... Oh, I don't know. A particularly interesting maiden aunt.
Bunny> *smiles* I don't think I've ever met a particularly interesting maiden aunt
Raffles> Well, I've never had one of my /own/, of course, but I do remember one belonging to another fellow at school. Older than I was - this was before you were there.
Bunny> oh?
Raffles> *nods* She visited one day. Turned out she bred horses and dogs. And ran a bookshop. Quite the woman. I remember her companion, too... Much quieter. Always looked at her in that way girls have, when they're looking at their best chum...
Raffles> It was sweet.
Bunny> ((*ahem*)) I think I know the look you're talking about. *shrugs* Funny creatures, girls.
Raffles> *nods* Funny indeed. Hard not to like them, though.
Bunny> *smiles* Some of them. Others aren't too hard to dislike.
Raffles> True enough. Same thing with fellows, though. *grins*
Bunny> .....I suppose. *cough* I suppose you're right.
Raffles> *the big, cheerful, slightly crazy smile that Bunny likes so much* 'Course I am.
Raffles> Though it's different things, with girls and fellows, that makes you like them or not like them.
Bunny> *laughs nervously* You are...right rather a lot, Raffles. *wibbles*
Bunny> ...what do you mean?
Raffles> Am I? *grins*
Raffles> Oh, just... Actually, I think I may be wrong.
Raffles> *considers this*
Bunny> ...?
Raffles> Yes, I am wrong. Because it's what everybody /says/ - that there are different virtues for men and women, but I don't think I believe it.
Bunny> And...and what would you say a virtue for a fellow or a lady would be, Raffles?
Raffles> It's always pluck, I think, and courage, and loyalty.
Raffles> I'll like a girl who has those as much as I'll like a lad.
Bunny> W...would you now?
Bunny> *flushes slightly red*
Raffles> *nods* Why not? They're rare enough in either.
Bunny> I suppose you're right. Again.
Raffles> Good. *smiles* *softly* And you've more pluck and loyalty and courage than anyone else I've ever met, Bunny.
Bunny> *blushes*
Bunny> *stammers*
Raffles> Now don't say it isn't true!
Raffles> Because it is. *grins* And I'd rather have you with me than anyone I can think of.
Bunny> Of course I'll say it isn't true! Raffles, you know that -- oh, dash it! I haven't got an ounce of pluck without you and you know it.
Raffles> No, I don't know it.
Bunny> *miserably* I don't know how you couldn't.
Raffles> *gently touches Bunny's face and leans in across the space between their chairs* I don't know it because it simply isn't true. Dear Bunny.
Bunny> *doesn't know what to say*
Raffles> *is fine with that - smiles gently*
Bunny> *quietly* I...I suppose you're usually right...
Bunny> Raffles--
Bunny> *looks away, awkwardly*
Raffles> *adopts an attitude of complete quiet listening*
Bunny> Raffles, I--
Raffles> Yes? *Not going to move the hand*
Bunny> *shakes head* You shouldn't flatter.
Bunny> *sighs*
Raffles> *chuckles* You don't believe me, do you?
Bunny> ...if you keep saying it like that, I might have to start.
Raffles> *softly* Good.
Bunny> You've been awfully on about pluck and style tonight/
Bunny> *.
Raffles> *shrugs* I've been thinking about it. Haven't been considering more practical matters lately.
Raffles> I'm afraid I've been a bit caught off guard. I'll have to fix that.
Bunny> H-have you?
Bunny> I can't imagine it
Raffles> Oh, but it does happen! *grins*
Raffles> *smiles warmly* I'm glad you have trouble imagining it, though, Bunny. I like knowing you trust me.
Bunny> ...trust you.
Bunny> *nods*
Bunny> Well, I can't see anyone getting the better of you, Raffles.
Raffles> *winks* And no one ever will. I simply couldn't stand it!
Bunny> *smiles* You wouldn't stand it at all. Good thing it happens so rarely.
Raffles> Oh, quite. *nods* I'm afraid I'm terribly insufferable when I lose - oh, I know I am - which is hardly something I /like/.
Bunny> I…I wouldn’t say /insufferable/… No one likes to lose.
Bunny> ...what's caught you off guard, Raffles? If...if you don't mind saying.
Raffles> Very true. *smiles* And I suppose I can't be /insufferable/, since you put up with me... Shall we say 'cranky'?
Raffles> Oh, no, I don't mind.
Raffles> *considers how to put it*
Bunny> .....we can go somewhere else, if it's that.
Raffles> Mmm? Oh! No, really, it's actually quite simple.
Bunny> ...ah?
Raffles> I don't know where everything is, and there isn't a newspaper, nor, for that matter, does anyone appear inclined to attempt to impress me.
Bunny> They...well, I should think they don't know you well enough, then.
Raffles> And I was expecting a bit more time... *sighs* Not that I blame you for anything, Bunny.
Bunny> ...a bit more time for...for what, Raffles?
Raffles> No, they don't. And I've been remiss in getting to know them. *smiles*
Raffles> To lay groundwork. Nothing drastic.
Bunny> It's easy to find things 'round where I am. There's a cold gent who has his man arrange everything exactly the same way. 'Course, that talkative fellow often comes and messes things up.
Bunny> .....*quails* Groundwork for what?
Raffles> *grins* Everything, dear rabbit!
Bunny> E...everything?
Raffles> ...I'm not planning on throwing over a bank or anything like that, Bunny.
Bunny> *blanches* Of course not!
Raffles> You know how much planning goes into this, Bunny. That's all. Don't worry so much.
Bunny> If you say so.
Bunny> *worries anyway*
Raffles> I do. *is well aware of the worrying*
Bunny> But you must be planning for /something/.
Raffles> *smiles* Yes. But I'm not very far yet.
Bunny> *sigh* And you'll tell me when you're down to the wire, won't you?
Bunny> and not a moment before.
Raffles> Of course!
Bunny> *sighs*
Raffles> *pats* Don't worry, so. It'll all come off well, and you know how valuable your help is with that.
Bunny> I...*cough* um.
Raffles> *questioning look*
Bunny> I just...it would set my heart at ease to know the score. That's all.
Raffles> *shakes head* I don't have anything to tell you yet, Bunny. Just ideas that I don't entirely have set out in words just now.
Raffles> I'll tell you when I can.
Bunny> Right. *doubtful*
Raffles> *really means it! - well. Really means it at the moment*
Bunny> *isn't sure that he'll mean it tomorrow at all*
Raffles> *wouldn't be either, if he thought about it*
Bunny> *pouts*
Raffles> *grins - leans in close again and brushes Bunny's hair out of his eyes*
Raffles> We work well together. Don't fret about it.
Bunny> Do you mean that?
Raffles> *nods!* I do!
Bunny> *looks awkward*
Bunny> that is to say...I mean
Bunny> Er...
Raffles> *nods*
Raffles> ...Yes?
Bunny> I....nevermind.
Raffles> *slightly disappointed* All right, then.
Bunny> But...
Bunny> I suppose you mean to count me in, then?
Raffles> *nods*
Raffles> I do. *smiles*
Bunny> *smiles, then looks guilty*
Raffles> *pats Bunny's shoulder... turns it into a small caress*
Bunny> *blushes*
Bunny> *looks even guiltier*
Bunny> *and then settles on merely looking vaguely confused*
Raffles> *dang it*
Bunny> You can...you can always count me in, Raffles.
Raffles> *beams* Thank you, Bunny.
Raffles> *immensely fond* Where would I be without my Bunny?
Bunny> Oh, I don't know. Probably in the same place you are now. *miserably* I should think a more pertinent question is where I'd be now without you.
Bunny> You've bailed me out of many a tight spot...don't ever think I'm ungrateful.
Raffles> *frowns* Well, I'd be /much/ more lonely without you. And I know you're grateful. But you've pulled me out, too. Don't think you haven't.
Bunny> *nods*
Bunny> I know. But you've repaid that a hundred times over.
Raffles> I couldn't /possibly/, and even if I did, you're worth more to me all the time. A secret's far better with someone sharing it. And I'm more glad than you know that I've got you to share with. Besides, you're always there to prove your worth whenever anything goes wrong.
Bunny> *blushes* It's my secret now, too, Raffles, I suppose...
Raffles> Exactly. *smiles* And I'm glad it's yours too.
Bunny> *mutters*
Raffles> *pats*
Raffles> *really hopes this conversation can be over now*
Bunny> *softly* As long as you're around, I suppose...
Raffles> I don't intend to go anywhere.
Bunny> *nods*
Raffles> *smiles* So it'll all be fine. And I /am/ glad you're here with me, dear rabbit.
Bunny> I...I suppose I'm glad too.
Raffles> *smiles* Good.
Raffles> Over here. *grins*
Raffles> How are you, old thing? It feels like an age.
Bunny> I've been...well, to be perfectly forthright, not particularly well.
Raffles> *frowns* Here, let's move away a bit and you can tell me about it. Are you ill?
Raffles> *leads Bunny over to Cushy Armchairs*
Bunny> *shakes head* No, no, nothing like that. Simply worried, and...well *rueful grin* verse doesn't pay as well as a fellow should like.
Raffles> Silly it doesn't, too. You're certainly good enough. *considers*
Bunny> Not good enough to make much of an honest living at it. *sighs*
Raffles> Only because your editors are fools. *firm* I'm hardly an expert, but I think you're very good. I always understand better after I read your work.
Bunny> *cough* Really, now, Raffles...
Raffles> Well, I do. *thinkthinkthink*
Bunny> ....that's...that's awfully decent of you to say so.
Bunny> *observes Raffles thinking*
Bunny> *gets slightly nervous*
Raffles> It's only the truth, my dear rabbit.
Raffles> Though I suppose there is a certain basic decency about the truth.
Bunny> *looks uncomfortable* I suppose there is.
Raffles> *grins* Not in the mood for philosophy?
Bunny> *smile* Philosophy's never been my strongest point.
Raffles> *twitchy little smirk* Nor mine. But it's an interesting pursuit, nonetheless. Doesn't pay though, more's the pity.
Raffles> Not that everything's about what pays.
Raffles> Often it's just the style of the thing. The dash of it, the form. Like cricket!
Bunny> *grins nervously* I don't suppose you've got any suggestions for making my supposedly stylish writings pay any better.
Raffles> *cheerfully* Well, there's always extortion. But that's hardly sporting.
Bunny> .........hardly.
Bunny> ....*coughs*
Raffles> *laughs and pats Bunny's shoulder* Oh, I /wouldn't/, Bunny.
Bunny> Of course, of course. *isn't so sure*
Raffles> Even though it would be a wonderful challenge, finding something useful about a boring, respectable newspaperman.
Raffles> And they /ought/ to recognize what your work's worth.
Raffles> Still, it wouldn't be very satisfying for you if they were forced to, would it?
Raffles> So I wouldn't, even were it sporting.
Raffles> *smiles angelically*
Bunny> *wibbles*
Raffles> *more smiling*
Raffles> You know, they tell tales about people who stole from the gods…
Raffles>
Bunny> ...do they now?
Raffles> Oh, indeed.
Bunny> I've read about that...Prometheus stole fire from the gods.
Raffles> Of course, most of the people who get away with are Norse.
Bunny> And was chained to a rock, with an eagle tearing at him.
Raffles> Exactly! Prometheus.
Bunny> ...exactly what?
Raffles> *nods cheerfully* Until Hercules came to let him loose.
Raffles> That's who I was thinking of.
Raffles> Prometheus.
Raffles> So many long names.
Bunny> Quite.
Raffles> One has to wonder how the Greeks got through introductions.
Bunny> ...I suppose most of them only had one name. Unlike we English who have two or three at least.
Raffles> An excellent point, my rabbit.
Raffles> But, you know, I wonder if it was worth it... Must have been wonderful fun, getting away with it - even just for a little while.
Bunny> ...what, fire? I should think that would be an easy sell, if people hadn't got it.
Bunny> *softly* and anyways, it isn't as though you're all about the selling, anyway.
Raffles> Oh, no. That's already been stolen, fire. No use stealing it again.
Raffles> *looks thoughtfully at Bunny* No, I'm not. But I do have my limits. And besides, I believe I can count myself as Lady Hestia's guest.
Bunny> ...can you now?
Bunny> *is vaguely relieved*
Raffles> Well, she insists on feeding me, and I believe you could very well live off her oatmeal alone.
Bunny> She's a dear hearted old thing. Or so I understand.
Raffles> Indeed she is. Kindest woman I've ever met, I think.
Bunny> You seem fond of her.
Raffles> I am, rather. It's a bit like suddenly having... Oh, I don't know. A particularly interesting maiden aunt.
Bunny> *smiles* I don't think I've ever met a particularly interesting maiden aunt
Raffles> Well, I've never had one of my /own/, of course, but I do remember one belonging to another fellow at school. Older than I was - this was before you were there.
Bunny> oh?
Raffles> *nods* She visited one day. Turned out she bred horses and dogs. And ran a bookshop. Quite the woman. I remember her companion, too... Much quieter. Always looked at her in that way girls have, when they're looking at their best chum...
Raffles> It was sweet.
Bunny> ((*ahem*)) I think I know the look you're talking about. *shrugs* Funny creatures, girls.
Raffles> *nods* Funny indeed. Hard not to like them, though.
Bunny> *smiles* Some of them. Others aren't too hard to dislike.
Raffles> True enough. Same thing with fellows, though. *grins*
Bunny> .....I suppose. *cough* I suppose you're right.
Raffles> *the big, cheerful, slightly crazy smile that Bunny likes so much* 'Course I am.
Raffles> Though it's different things, with girls and fellows, that makes you like them or not like them.
Bunny> *laughs nervously* You are...right rather a lot, Raffles. *wibbles*
Bunny> ...what do you mean?
Raffles> Am I? *grins*
Raffles> Oh, just... Actually, I think I may be wrong.
Raffles> *considers this*
Bunny> ...?
Raffles> Yes, I am wrong. Because it's what everybody /says/ - that there are different virtues for men and women, but I don't think I believe it.
Bunny> And...and what would you say a virtue for a fellow or a lady would be, Raffles?
Raffles> It's always pluck, I think, and courage, and loyalty.
Raffles> I'll like a girl who has those as much as I'll like a lad.
Bunny> W...would you now?
Bunny> *flushes slightly red*
Raffles> *nods* Why not? They're rare enough in either.
Bunny> I suppose you're right. Again.
Raffles> Good. *smiles* *softly* And you've more pluck and loyalty and courage than anyone else I've ever met, Bunny.
Bunny> *blushes*
Bunny> *stammers*
Raffles> Now don't say it isn't true!
Raffles> Because it is. *grins* And I'd rather have you with me than anyone I can think of.
Bunny> Of course I'll say it isn't true! Raffles, you know that -- oh, dash it! I haven't got an ounce of pluck without you and you know it.
Raffles> No, I don't know it.
Bunny> *miserably* I don't know how you couldn't.
Raffles> *gently touches Bunny's face and leans in across the space between their chairs* I don't know it because it simply isn't true. Dear Bunny.
Bunny> *doesn't know what to say*
Raffles> *is fine with that - smiles gently*
Bunny> *quietly* I...I suppose you're usually right...
Bunny> Raffles--
Bunny> *looks away, awkwardly*
Raffles> *adopts an attitude of complete quiet listening*
Bunny> Raffles, I--
Raffles> Yes? *Not going to move the hand*
Bunny> *shakes head* You shouldn't flatter.
Bunny> *sighs*
Raffles> *chuckles* You don't believe me, do you?
Bunny> ...if you keep saying it like that, I might have to start.
Raffles> *softly* Good.
Bunny> You've been awfully on about pluck and style tonight/
Bunny> *.
Raffles> *shrugs* I've been thinking about it. Haven't been considering more practical matters lately.
Raffles> I'm afraid I've been a bit caught off guard. I'll have to fix that.
Bunny> H-have you?
Bunny> I can't imagine it
Raffles> Oh, but it does happen! *grins*
Raffles> *smiles warmly* I'm glad you have trouble imagining it, though, Bunny. I like knowing you trust me.
Bunny> ...trust you.
Bunny> *nods*
Bunny> Well, I can't see anyone getting the better of you, Raffles.
Raffles> *winks* And no one ever will. I simply couldn't stand it!
Bunny> *smiles* You wouldn't stand it at all. Good thing it happens so rarely.
Raffles> Oh, quite. *nods* I'm afraid I'm terribly insufferable when I lose - oh, I know I am - which is hardly something I /like/.
Bunny> I…I wouldn’t say /insufferable/… No one likes to lose.
Bunny> ...what's caught you off guard, Raffles? If...if you don't mind saying.
Raffles> Very true. *smiles* And I suppose I can't be /insufferable/, since you put up with me... Shall we say 'cranky'?
Raffles> Oh, no, I don't mind.
Raffles> *considers how to put it*
Bunny> .....we can go somewhere else, if it's that.
Raffles> Mmm? Oh! No, really, it's actually quite simple.
Bunny> ...ah?
Raffles> I don't know where everything is, and there isn't a newspaper, nor, for that matter, does anyone appear inclined to attempt to impress me.
Bunny> They...well, I should think they don't know you well enough, then.
Raffles> And I was expecting a bit more time... *sighs* Not that I blame you for anything, Bunny.
Bunny> ...a bit more time for...for what, Raffles?
Raffles> No, they don't. And I've been remiss in getting to know them. *smiles*
Raffles> To lay groundwork. Nothing drastic.
Bunny> It's easy to find things 'round where I am. There's a cold gent who has his man arrange everything exactly the same way. 'Course, that talkative fellow often comes and messes things up.
Bunny> .....*quails* Groundwork for what?
Raffles> *grins* Everything, dear rabbit!
Bunny> E...everything?
Raffles> ...I'm not planning on throwing over a bank or anything like that, Bunny.
Bunny> *blanches* Of course not!
Raffles> You know how much planning goes into this, Bunny. That's all. Don't worry so much.
Bunny> If you say so.
Bunny> *worries anyway*
Raffles> I do. *is well aware of the worrying*
Bunny> But you must be planning for /something/.
Raffles> *smiles* Yes. But I'm not very far yet.
Bunny> *sigh* And you'll tell me when you're down to the wire, won't you?
Bunny> and not a moment before.
Raffles> Of course!
Bunny> *sighs*
Raffles> *pats* Don't worry, so. It'll all come off well, and you know how valuable your help is with that.
Bunny> I...*cough* um.
Raffles> *questioning look*
Bunny> I just...it would set my heart at ease to know the score. That's all.
Raffles> *shakes head* I don't have anything to tell you yet, Bunny. Just ideas that I don't entirely have set out in words just now.
Raffles> I'll tell you when I can.
Bunny> Right. *doubtful*
Raffles> *really means it! - well. Really means it at the moment*
Bunny> *isn't sure that he'll mean it tomorrow at all*
Raffles> *wouldn't be either, if he thought about it*
Bunny> *pouts*
Raffles> *grins - leans in close again and brushes Bunny's hair out of his eyes*
Raffles> We work well together. Don't fret about it.
Bunny> Do you mean that?
Raffles> *nods!* I do!
Bunny> *looks awkward*
Bunny> that is to say...I mean
Bunny> Er...
Raffles> *nods*
Raffles> ...Yes?
Bunny> I....nevermind.
Raffles> *slightly disappointed* All right, then.
Bunny> But...
Bunny> I suppose you mean to count me in, then?
Raffles> *nods*
Raffles> I do. *smiles*
Bunny> *smiles, then looks guilty*
Raffles> *pats Bunny's shoulder... turns it into a small caress*
Bunny> *blushes*
Bunny> *looks even guiltier*
Bunny> *and then settles on merely looking vaguely confused*
Raffles> *dang it*
Bunny> You can...you can always count me in, Raffles.
Raffles> *beams* Thank you, Bunny.
Raffles> *immensely fond* Where would I be without my Bunny?
Bunny> Oh, I don't know. Probably in the same place you are now. *miserably* I should think a more pertinent question is where I'd be now without you.
Bunny> You've bailed me out of many a tight spot...don't ever think I'm ungrateful.
Raffles> *frowns* Well, I'd be /much/ more lonely without you. And I know you're grateful. But you've pulled me out, too. Don't think you haven't.
Bunny> *nods*
Bunny> I know. But you've repaid that a hundred times over.
Raffles> I couldn't /possibly/, and even if I did, you're worth more to me all the time. A secret's far better with someone sharing it. And I'm more glad than you know that I've got you to share with. Besides, you're always there to prove your worth whenever anything goes wrong.
Bunny> *blushes* It's my secret now, too, Raffles, I suppose...
Raffles> Exactly. *smiles* And I'm glad it's yours too.
Bunny> *mutters*
Raffles> *pats*
Raffles> *really hopes this conversation can be over now*
Bunny> *softly* As long as you're around, I suppose...
Raffles> I don't intend to go anywhere.
Bunny> *nods*
Raffles> *smiles* So it'll all be fine. And I /am/ glad you're here with me, dear rabbit.
Bunny> I...I suppose I'm glad too.
Raffles> *smiles* Good.