Apr 24, 2011 22:32
[A long, golden braid is draped over Sheik's hands like a rope, bound at either end with string. He holds it up, and one may note that is hair now hangs shaggily around where the cowl hides his jaw.]
This should cover part of our payment, at least. I shall leave it in the mailbox.
...As for these eggs, well - I think I'll steer clear of mine for
event: easter,
this doesn't look good
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[And if it were anyone else, Saki would be delighting in it. But - ]
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I don't know, I think it's the egg. But he came up to me when I was eating - [aren't you so proud of her for leaving her croft?] - and started asking me where you were, and saying that you were in love and going to do, [brief pause, and the eyeroll is almost audible,] "Adult Things" tonight. I'm going to pretend that's tax collecting or something.
[And whatever mild, mild humour Saki might have gleaned from this is gone.]
Look, just watch out, alright? Past experience says he has a hard time taking no for an answer.
[He called me a slut, Sheik. :( ]
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It shouldn't last long. [In truth, he's not really too worried. This is more exasperating, but, more importantly:]
What about you, Saki? Are you alright?
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But we're both stuck here. I'm going to have to live with it. Compared to last time, this is just annoying. Step up, right?
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Hey, Happy... Eggday. Or whatever this is.
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Regardless, the sentiment is mutual. [He cocks his head to one side.] Did you open your egg?
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What about yours?
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[Then, thoughtfully,] I've never heard you sing. Are you any good?
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Well, there are other ways to celebrate. The Inn's got this huge food spread if you get hungry. [Someone might be on her third dinner...]
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