Room 513 of Different International Relations; Sunday Evening (After Fight Club) [ 09/06 ].
Turtle figured she should probably get some sleep for work tomorrow, but she was feeling a little restless and, instead, was just sort of lying on her bed, staring at the wall and thinking. About clubs coming up, about when she'd hear back from various college applications she'd been sending out super early, about the elections, about a lot of stuff, really.
It was all stuff that it didn't do any good to think about, either. It was all stuff that had to wait, and so she turned her attention toward something more immediate. On her stomach, looking back up at her with those big cute eyes was that weird fish that Leto had given her last night. It still didn't make any sense to her. She decided long ago that nothing Leto Atreides could do was likely to be simple, so there had to be something more to the fish that she wasn't getting yet, and the longer she didn't get it, the more amused Leto would be, so she had to figure it out. No sense at all. Leto was even from a desert planet without a lot of fish on it at all, so it was just baffling.
She frowned at the fish, almost as if waiting for it to give her a key. Fish. What did a fish have to do with anything? Well, at least it was cute. It vibrated, for some reason, when you pushed a button, which kind of tick--
Wait a second. Turtle stared at the fish buzzing idly on her stomach. Didn't Valentine mention something about her and Leto talking about fish? Wasn't that last Friday? Friday, when Valentine worked at--
"Oh. My. God."
It was quite an interesting sound Turtle made as she jumped and, trying to use the heel of her palms at most to touch the thing, pushed it off her stomach, where it landed on the floor, now vibrating across the carpet, where it was likely to stay, and where those big bulging eyes were likely to haunt her for the rest of her life, and Turtle Wexler was never going to be the same around fish for the rest of her life.
[[ ILU, future_sandworm! Door and post are very, very open, although I'm on the slow side ]]
It was all stuff that it didn't do any good to think about, either. It was all stuff that had to wait, and so she turned her attention toward something more immediate. On her stomach, looking back up at her with those big cute eyes was that weird fish that Leto had given her last night. It still didn't make any sense to her. She decided long ago that nothing Leto Atreides could do was likely to be simple, so there had to be something more to the fish that she wasn't getting yet, and the longer she didn't get it, the more amused Leto would be, so she had to figure it out. No sense at all. Leto was even from a desert planet without a lot of fish on it at all, so it was just baffling.
She frowned at the fish, almost as if waiting for it to give her a key. Fish. What did a fish have to do with anything? Well, at least it was cute. It vibrated, for some reason, when you pushed a button, which kind of tick--
Wait a second. Turtle stared at the fish buzzing idly on her stomach. Didn't Valentine mention something about her and Leto talking about fish? Wasn't that last Friday? Friday, when Valentine worked at--
"Oh. My. God."
It was quite an interesting sound Turtle made as she jumped and, trying to use the heel of her palms at most to touch the thing, pushed it off her stomach, where it landed on the floor, now vibrating across the carpet, where it was likely to stay, and where those big bulging eyes were likely to haunt her for the rest of her life, and Turtle Wexler was never going to be the same around fish for the rest of her life.
[[ ILU, future_sandworm! Door and post are very, very open, although I'm on the slow side ]]