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Chicken Soup for the Steampunk Soul

Jun 20, 2011 21:22

WHO: Raivis and Liz
WHERE: The old ponce's mansion.
WHEN: Tuesday, June 21st, Early afternoon
WHAT: Steampunk Gossip Girl.

( Oh no he did not. Shut. Up. )

latvia, hungary, !event: steampunk, the truth is out there

Comments 4

man_nav_naudas June 22 2011, 02:01:45 UTC

The young man glanced over his shoulder long enough to execute a very pointed cock of the brow.

"You kn-know as well as I he likely p-pilfered it from s-some p-p-poor fool on his death bed."

They turned back to the cat in unison, as though perhaps it would offer confirmation or rejection. When it continued to do nothing but gleam its hideous green (?), Raivis's nose wrinkled with evident disgust and the careful scrubbing he'd been employing on a candelabra became suddenly violent.

"The master is an i-idio- a stupid man."

lizzypan June 28 2011, 16:11:36 UTC

"But why?" Elizaveta stared at it again. "It's so... ugh. I can't even look at it anymore."

Turning away to start dusting some painting of a guy whose name she couldn't even pronounce, she sighed. "Well, he's not entirely stupid. After all, he hired us, did he not?"

Only half-smiling at her own joke, she looked back at Raivis teasingly.

"And you never seem to be too upset when he's around you know."

I SO FAIL BUT DAMMIT, I DON'T WANT THIS THREAD TO DIIIE man_nav_naudas July 22 2011, 04:28:03 UTC

Impressive, the degree of skepticism and sheer disbelief that manifested on Raivis's features. "Are you b-blind? I'm surprised I'm not b-being dressed up in the undertaker's as we speak with how much he tries my heart. There's n-no end to his f-foolishness. I can't fathom how you gather that as contentment."

He gave the gold plating one last, vicious swipe while delivering another grumbled reply. "You're c-certainly livelier when the master is present."

IT MUST LIIIVE lizzypan August 5 2011, 19:58:36 UTC

"Me?" She couldn't help but splutter somewhat unflatteringly at his comment. Elizaveta brushed her bangs out of her eyes and frowned further, dusting angrily. "That man is a good-for-nothing child and I have no affection towards him in the slightest." There was something slightly uncomfortable building up in her chest, and she didn't like it at all.

"Why are we even talking about him in the first place?"