[ 2-14 ] [ Audio // Commentlog ] [ 4TH WALL DAY! ]

[gotyourwallet]

[The comm clicks on. Someone sounds tired.]

Do I dare to ask what's happening now? This week has been eventful enough without the sudden burst of new passengers.

[She sighs.]

Alright. I'm just going to go read.

[Vie is in the library, curled up in her usual pile of pillows and making a fair attempt at ignoring all the strangeness.]

Comments

[mildlysexist.livejournal.com]

Oooh, you say it like that and I might get the impression you're all mysterious.

[He rolls his eyes at her antics. What is this even.]

That's more like it! Cheer up, poppet, I'll always be here in your heart. I'd make it your trousers, but that's probably a tad crass, even for me.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

You speak as though you know me so well.

[She chuckles and rolls to get comfortable. Putting a pillow under her head, Vie looks up at him.]

And since when do you take care in what you say?

[mildlysexist.livejournal.com]

And who's to say I don't? Maybe I found a 'guide to Vie' whilst I was gone, hm?

[And he takes that pillow. Because that's just how he rolls.]

Good point. In that case, insert comment about getting in your trousers here!

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Should I be flattered you've been thinking of me while you've been gone?

[Hey. That was Vie's pillow. She sits up and reaches for it.]

Give that back.

[mildlysexist.livejournal.com]

That depends. Do you like being flattered?

[Oh, this pillow you mean? Not bloody likely! He holds it out of her reach. He can do that, you know, because he is tall. Even sitting down. Yep.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Small pause while she stands on her knees to reach for the pillow again.]

I do, at least to some degree. What girl doesn't?

[And snatching for it.]

Ben. Give it.