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[inspiredvoice]

Characters: Phobos, Melpomene
Date/Time: About an hour after this.
Location: Phobos's apartment
Rating: Pg at best,
Warnings:much tamer than I expected...
Summary: Melpomene wants to finish their damn discussion.

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[livetobefeared]

Black decaf, no sugar. The only way he could have coffee without causing a world of trauma for those who crossed his path. It was with that choice of beverage and Caprice coiling around him that Phobos sat on the floor infront of his apartment door, listening to the drilling. An entertained sort of smile played around his features and he spent a while murmuring speculations to the constrictor for about half an hour after the noise stopped. Whatever had been done to his door, he doubted the Apartment Manager would appreciate it. But he had to admit, he was intrigued.

So, it was with an air of mild fascination that he locked his pet back in her room, seized his cane, and used it to swing the door open from a few feet away. He was interested, but not enough to risk physical ambush. As it stood, he was greeted by canned laughter. It was a sound he was familiar with, loud and obnoxious--but anti-climactic, given the wait. He spent a while opening and closing the door for his own amusement, stop-starting the raucous thing that his door

[inspiredvoice]

She listened to the track play over and over again from where she'd perched herself to wait, it echoed nicely to the stairwell. Laugh on, laugh off. And then it stopped. She waited some more. A few minutes, then she walked into the hall.

She saw him leaning against his door, twirling his cane. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and started walking casually, closing the distance. She didn't look directly at him, just walked around him and that twirling cane. Then she turned around smoothly and leaned against the wall next to him. Not talking. Not looking at him. Just leaning.

Leaning....
Leaning...

And then, quick as a striking snake, her hands come out and she snaps the party popper about two inches from his ear. It makes a bang like a tiny sharp gunshot, and his head is covered in curly, multicolored confetti.

[livetobefeared]

Ah. Melpomene. He was almost disappointed in himself for not identifying the culprit sooner. He let her linger in his peripheral vision, refusing to acknowledge her presence outright. If she truly wanted his full attention, she would have to earn it. For now, most of it remained on his cane.

Excuse me? His ear drum complained, but Phobos did not flinch--for no other reason than he was not prone to. If the noise had been intended to startle, it had fallen short, having been aimed at the wrong audience. His adrenaline levels were forever unnaturally high--leaving him with Fight or Flight and nothing in between. And the son of Ares did not run. Instead, he blinked.

The invisible Catherine Wheel that he had been conjuring in the air slowly came to a halt. His head tilted forward slightly and one hand raised to remove the bizarre paper curls that miniature explosive had released.

"Precisely what are your childish histrionics supposed to achieve?" The question was drawled, with minimum effort put into sounding anything other than

[inspiredvoice]

Not the reaction that usually occurred when you put a tiny firecracker next to someone's ear and set it off. She'd have to use a roman candle next time. Fire and noise would be better. Definitely better.

She does a roll of the eyes at his inappropriate use of vocabulary. She takes a breath and begins one, long, very reasonable sounding dialogue.

"This again. See, this is not emotion, this is just perseverance. Quite possibly temporary obsession, as I am inclined. Now, give me another hour and we could perhaps move into hysterics, if you fancy an 'H' more than anything, and then I should be amply prepared to move into histrionics. Glorious, histrionics the likes of which you've never seen, and never will see as I really don't intend to give you the necessary hour it would take to warm up to all that. As I really do have much better things to do. Thank you, just same for your dear precious time. Lets do this again sometime