on potentially home-hunting

[dielikeyouwantme]

What do you mean, "you're not sure"? Wasn't I only just telling someone~ that second guessing is supremely unattractive? It's not any more handsome on your little mug, I can say that much for certain.

I'm a sight better judge of these things than you are, love. And why shouldn't I be? Haven't I been alive long enough? Don't I have a better sense of what's too much to handle? You can do it, and I'm apt to get bored with you, if you don't.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

[And she shares headspace with so many face-doubles that it's beginning to seem commonplace.]

I've got a fine idea for an experiment, should it become impossible to bear. How many of these headmates of mine would rise up against me, if I took a blade to our darling writer boy's sweet little eyes? They are pretty. Almost the same colour as yours and mine. ♥

[redcinemareel]

If they are anything like mine, they wold dare not to. Fear is a wonderful thing, especially when it's well founded!

[dielikeyouwantme]

Fear is no match for stupidity. So many foolish, ~noble~ types, here. I can count at least five who would come running, if he screamed.

[redcinemareel]

But those are the best types, you know.

[Grell does tilt her head to one side, with a bemused smile.] He? My, my~! How rare is that?

[dielikeyouwantme]

They're delightful. It wouldn't be any fun, really, if no one came. Like a party with no RSVPs, when I've gone to all the trouble of decorating writer boy's cheeks with his green-y eyes.

[For as much as she puts on dislike for the kid behind the keyboard, she does look a little delighted, at that.] The rarest. Boys who care, boys who write, they're some precious, near-extinct breed of animal. It would almost be a shame, to have to rid myself of him.

[redcinemareel]

I'd prefer a deeper shade of crimson to make a splash at the party, however.

The more pressure you put on him, the brighter he'll shine, and deeper the CUT. [Or so she thinks. She knows little about how diamonds form, but it doesn't stop her from wearing them.] Sequester that gem of yours before someone finds out~!

[dielikeyouwantme]

Once those gallant fools show their faces - and I know they will - we'll have enough to paint the whole house.

Should I clear a closet to lock him up in? Or stuff him under my bed? I suppose I can't really do away with him. That sort of thing might snip~ my chances of going anywhere straight off the vine.

[redcinemareel]

Home sweet home. [Smirks]

More like a production line, dear. Each product perfectly faulty in every wonderful way.

[dielikeyouwantme]

I can't say I completely dislike his company. He's just so stubborn, and it's not becoming at all. The only thing he ever wants to talk about is how busy he'll be when he goes back to school~. It's monstrously dull.