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[butterflyfactor]

Layla couldn't say she was worried by the sound of Jamie having a conversation with Richards. Everyone needed a sounding board. This sounded particularly purposeful, though, and not the usual 'I can't believe you chewed up/peed on/hid that' exchange. She walked into the hut, ponytail swinging where it was tied low between her shoulder blades- she

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[howmanylives]

There were several sheets of paper lined up on Jamie's bed, each bearing the name and information of someone who'd auditioned for The Mousetrap. Above them, written on the backs of repurposed playing cards, were the names of characters from the play, though these were decidedly less ordered, as though Jamie had just haphazardly rearranged them not a second before Layla had entered (which was, in fact, the case). Richards, who'd been sitting obediently in the small cleared space at the foot of the bed, bounded over to greet her, disrupting the whole system further, much to his owner's dismay.

"Dammit," Jamie muttered, quickly darting forward to pluck the card marked Mollie from Felix Unger's sheet where it had landed. That would've been a controversial choice, to be sure. Realizing he'd yet to greet his own girlfriend, he absently added, "Yeah, we're planning a murder."

[butterflyfactor]

Layla knelt lightly to catch Richards' front paws, then his muzzle. She roughed him up a little, caught and pushed his nose away a few times, then scratched his ears and stood again.

"I wonder whose," she murmured, smiling a little.

[howmanylives]

"Surprisingly, not Brad Colbert's," Jamie said lightly, finally turning around to face both Layla and the dog. As always since Moira had disappeared, he couldn't help from feeling the slightest relief to see her come home to the hut they've shared for nearly a year, some part of him unable to shake the abject fear that one day she wouldn't, and he'd be stuck here alone all over again. While Richards was decent enough company, all things considered, he couldn't really compare.

Pocketing the card for the time being, Jamie sidled towards them both, reaching out a hand to rest at Layla's waist, as he leaned in to catch her mouth in a quick kiss. "We finished those back in September."

[butterflyfactor]

"Mmn," she replied, less to voice her understanding than pleasure at the gesture.

"Well, you're industrious. You can start your own mafia eventually if you keep it up." She looked past him to the bed, head tilting curiously to one side.

"Whats the line-up?"