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Post by hotpocketguy on Oct 4, 2007 15:05:43 GMT -5
All of a sudden a man charged in to the cellar in to Megan's face "YOU NO WANT WALK! YOU WANT HOT POCKETS" at this he threw a hot pocket at her and ran away.
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Post by Lady Norrington on Oct 5, 2007 12:05:51 GMT -5
Megan glanced at the retreating man in vague confusion.
"Um..."
She looked back at Erik.
"Don't see how it matters to you."
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Post by Erik on Oct 5, 2007 12:09:36 GMT -5
*He had to confess, that sort of stung.*
"No? Erik cannot express casual interest, now? And at what point was that rule instated?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Oct 5, 2007 12:23:54 GMT -5
"When was the last time you went for a walk with us?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 5, 2007 12:26:48 GMT -5
*Erik searched his memory, hoping that somehow the last years would suddenly appear in his mind.*
"Never?" *he hazarded a guess.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Oct 5, 2007 12:29:53 GMT -5
"Don't be stupid."
She waved her hands in a mocking kind of gesture and whined, "'It's not enough to look normal, you know! What if Erik changes?"
She scoffed, causing her veil to ripple.
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Post by Erik on Oct 5, 2007 12:32:41 GMT -5
*His eyes cut around the room, as if he could seek help from its corners.*
"Erik has no idea what you're talking about," *he said.* "I thought you wanted me to take an interest? Well, I am."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Oct 5, 2007 12:34:32 GMT -5
"You always make a scene. When you actually bothered to show up to my performance last year-"
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Post by Erik on Oct 5, 2007 12:37:17 GMT -5
"Performance? Are you mad, woman? One minute you're telling me to take an interest in the child, and the next you show up with a... much bigger child and recite words back to Erik he's never said."
*He folded his arms.*
"And Erik never makes a scene."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Oct 5, 2007 12:38:21 GMT -5
"Please. Remember my first performance as Fantine? You were so- so awful afterward-"
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Post by Erik on Oct 5, 2007 12:41:36 GMT -5
*Erik felt, not for the first time, the world slipping from his tenuous grasp on it.*
"Erik still doesn't know what you're talking about!" *he almost shouted.* "You've never performed in front of me, except for that table at Maxim's. And I don't remember making a scene then."
Not until we were almost home, anyway. Oh hey there, Proserpina.
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Post by Lady Norrington on Oct 5, 2007 12:42:33 GMT -5
"Fantine. You know, Les Miserables? Or has the pipe finally gotten to your head?"
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Post by Brandi on Oct 5, 2007 12:43:04 GMT -5
((*huggles* Erik.))
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Post by Erik on Oct 5, 2007 12:47:26 GMT -5
"It's a book," *he said stupidly.* "Megan, honestly, if you're trying to pull something, Erik is sure it's quite funny and well-deserved. But you're speaking nonsense."
*He was going to become exasperated soon. And ugly.*
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Post by Pina on Oct 5, 2007 14:33:09 GMT -5
*Pina looked between her parents, their argument making her frustrated. And she couldn't see properly with the veil. She stayed near the wall, trying to will herself to shrink.*
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