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Post by Pina on Feb 12, 2008 19:53:40 GMT -5
*Grateful for the veil that hid her expression, she gaped at him. Richard? engaged?! No! It couldn't be!*
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Post by Richard on Feb 12, 2008 20:17:27 GMT -5
"Don't you think this is a bit... excessive?" he asked the thing that had attached itself to his arm.
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 12, 2008 22:41:18 GMT -5
Emmy looked up at him adoringly. "Whatever do you mean?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 13, 2008 13:49:44 GMT -5
"Well, we..."
His voice trailed off for a moment as he tried to think of a valid objection that would not lead to her a)bursting into tears or b)producing a hacksaw from hammerspace and butchering him on the spot, then using his blood as a sport drink.
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 13, 2008 13:57:50 GMT -5
Emmy waited only a moment before pressing on with what were clearly more important matters. "The gown I wore in the 'Think of Me' scene in Phantom doesn't quite fit anymore because I've grown as a woman, so I'm trying to decide if I should get it tailored or just find another dress for the wedding. What do you think?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 13, 2008 13:59:41 GMT -5
"I think another dress might be... preferable..."
He very gingerly put a hand to her cheek.
"You don't want to outshine the bride, do you?"
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 13, 2008 14:02:50 GMT -5
She blinked, vaguely registering confusion. "What?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 13, 2008 14:04:40 GMT -5
"The bride. Here. The woman getting married tomorrow. James' fiancee. It's not polite to dress more elaborately than she does... I think."
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 13, 2008 14:09:46 GMT -5
"Ohhhhhh!" Emmy tossed her head back and laughed in what she clearly thought was a charming manner, her curls snaking around her shoulders, making her look more maniacal than ever. "No, I meant for our wedding! I have no idea what I'll be wearing tomorrow, I'll probably have Ralph make something for me."
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Post by Richard on Feb 13, 2008 14:15:03 GMT -5
"Oh. Right. Our wedding."
Even though he knew it would do him no good, and knowing that it was a gesture best suited to pretty blonde girls in near-operatic musicals, Richard began desperately trying to figure out where he would be able to get some lye before the small, roughly hominid creature clinging to his arm actually attempted to marry him.
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 13, 2008 14:23:04 GMT -5
"So? Which do you think? 'Think of Me' or another dress?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 13, 2008 14:25:26 GMT -5
"The other dress."
He forced himself to smile.
"Don't want anyone to say you're in a rut."
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 13, 2008 14:32:52 GMT -5
She grinned, all teeth and big eyes. "You're right. You're so clever."
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Post by Richard on Feb 13, 2008 14:33:34 GMT -5
Richard chuckled weakly.
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 13, 2008 14:40:06 GMT -5
"You know what? It's kinda dark and musty in here. Let's go take a walk!"
Without giving him a chance to argue, she dragged him toward the doorway.
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