[anOTP: Steerpike] I'd like to give it one more try but my give a damn's busted

[drownedfuchsia]

 Fuchsia's up in the attic again.  Sure, the last time she was up here, it didn't end the way she expected it to (though, to be fair, Falkor is never a person's first assumption when heading up to the attic) but it hasn't deterred her from trying to find a space of her own, something above and beyond her room.

She's pulling back dusty cloths, and

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[not_snake_bite]

Well, that put a nice end to Steerpike's blueprint hunt. (He had a dream that there were Mansion blueprints in the attic. Those would be useful. He wants them. They're not anywhere. So what. The. Hell.)

And blink.

".... Madame?"

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia wants to call him the worst thing she can think of, the worst insult of all time.

So, she goes with the most horrible thing she's ever known. "Steerpike!" There's an accusatory finger and she starts backing away. Her first thought is about her brother, and how he must be told.

[AnOTP: Steerpike / Fuchsia]

[not_snake_bite]

"... My lady," he replies. "It is my name."

A pause, then, and he bows.

"It's lovely to see you again."

[AnOTP: Steerpike / Fuchsia]

[drownedfuchsia]

Have a moment of classic Fuchsia logic that Steerpike can enjoy.

"No it is not lovely to see me again," she's all but screeching it, "because you're horrible!"