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]

[She feigns looking scandalized over the appearance of the beer, but really she's just poking fun at Ronald for busting out the alcohol so early in the day.]

If he's not careful, I'll find just the place, myself. And it won't be anything he'll like.

You know what I really think he should have done, don't you? He should have had a proper conversation with yours, about following the lot of you.

[hardknoxlife]

[ Hey, where we are, it's ten in the evening so... alcohol's all good. Cracking himself a can though. ]

Well, there's plenty of time if you're up for the task. As I've heard from mine, they only do these applications once a week. Still got a whole week ahead of you before the next one.

[ Bit of a grin. ]

I got in, by the way! Just this morning.

[dielikeyouwantme]

[Ah, cross-dimensional twelve hour time differences.]

I, darling, am I always up to the task. He thinks it's more interesting, to fret about going back to school. Interesting to what sort of people, I'm not sure. Bo~ring.

Did you, now? [But of course she knew he could do it; he is the best minion, after all.] And what was the final verdict on the lawn mower?

[hardknoxlife]

[ What a mess they make. ]

They let me keep her! Problem is though we won't be able to see the Cinematic Records. Bit of a mess if you ask me, getting rid of something like that completely.

Course, I'd see why your writer'd fret about something like that. Kind makes people busier around that time when it starts all over again.

[ A pause though. ]

...If it's any consolation, though... mine says activity check's only five comments. Might be good if you're short of time to spare.

[dielikeyouwantme]

[There's a hint of a pout. The lack of Cinematic Records makes the idea of hobby killing sound a lot less fun than usual.]

How are you supposed to do your job? Well, here's the upside: If there are no Cinematic Records, there's no judgement. No judgement, no mistakes. And where there is absolutely no way of quantifying your errors, there can't be any office work. Does Will know about this, hm? And you say I've got my knickers twisted. His must be tied in sailors' knots, by now~.

Five, is it? Saying he's busy is a load of rubbish, anyway. He's going to cosmetology school. There won't be a precious lot of work to do from home.

[hardknoxlife]

Guess there's no work to be done at all if we don't get to see the Cinematic Records, much less not having the To Die list to refer to.

Haven't told Mister Spears yet though. He's gonna find himself in a right tizzy once he does, I'm willing to bet. A world where you don't have to do a minute's reaping. That'd prolly be bloody unsettling for him.

[ Tilting his head as he takes another swig from the can, nudging the rest over. ]

Cosmetology, huh? Sounds like your cup of tea, sir.

[dielikeyouwantme]

None at all, hm? I do think I deserve another vacation.

Do bring him around to me, when you tell him. I'm positively quivering in anticipation of his reaction. The face he'll make. The disgust in his voice! I wonder what's worse for him - not working, or being made to watch others not work?

It is one of Writer Boy's more charming interests, I'll give him that.

[hardknoxlife]

Well, not much of a vacation considering the world's supposed to have been destroyed. Makes you wonder who did our job for that, eh? All those souls... someone should've been around to gather those.

[ And a bit of a grin. ]

Yeah, I'd pay a few quid to see that. Mister Spears not knowing what to do with himself because there isn't any work to do. But maybe he'll lighten up. Finally get to relax or something.

Best of British to your mundane, though! I'm sure he'll do just fine with his schooling... and wherever he decides to send you, Mister Sutcliffe.