testing!

[allthyvexations]

You would enjoy it if I told you to "put your back into it," wouldn't you? You seem like the sort to enjoy that semblance of jamais vu.

Ah, yes. This is the part where I'm supposed to quote Shakespeare. "Brave new world." You'll never actually reach this brave new world if you don't actually set sail. I know that you know what I mean, considering that you've begun to study my speech patterns. I won't discriminate - science and art begin with observation, after all, and you and I appreciate both.

I don't mind waiting with a cup of earl gray and my laptop. I'll leave this deadline to you. I've got a division to run and you have your own department. I trust that you'll keep the ball rolling regardless, so to speak. Mundane.

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[herotypical]

Please. A guy's gotta at least buy me dinner, first.

[ aural/oral. get it? only a ghost of a smirk suggests she might in fact be furthering his point and punning instead of simply being yet another slightly thick cali gal. ]

[allthyvexations]

To have you fainting over French and Britishisms? Have I skipped straight to the main course, then?

[herotypical]

I'll have you know, Glasses, that a Summers woman never faints. She swoons. Elegantly. Like a...wilting...swan...beast.

[ blah. that got away from her fast. ]

[allthyvexations]

What a stunning and evocative description. It took my breath away. Swanbeasts must be majestic and rare creatures.

[herotypical]

Y'know, I will hit you. And you won't enjoy it. Well -- maybe you will. But that's between you and your Google search history.

[allthyvexations]

Don't mistake your enjoyment for mine, Ms. Summers. Your depravity has nothing to do with me.

[herotypical]

Depravity! Should've waited to whip that one out in the game, mister. Could've at least scored some points with it.

[allthyvexations]

You laid your cards on the table first.

[herotypical]

Trust me. I still have plenty of cards in reserve that would blow your mind.

[allthyvexations]

I'm not certain that declaring that you still have assets in reserve is wise. A clever man can weasel them out of you.

[He has many an ace up his sleeve, but nope. He'll let her do the talking.]

[herotypical]

Alright, then. Try. Weasel away.

[ her cards were no longer secrets, after all. not after the final battle. not after the creation of the organization. they were merely surprising. and -- despite his skinny nerdy style -- she enjoys the verbal spar with the man in the glasses. ]

[allthyvexations]

If you'll give them so freely then it's not weaseling on my part.

[herotypical]

I dunno. You kinda look like a weasel. I think everything you do might therefore be labelled weaselesque.

[ that's unfair of her. for one thing, she rather likes his distinctive facial features, those cheekbones! ]

[allthyvexations]

You mean to say I look like the bandits that steal chickens from the coop? That's a first.

[herotypical]

I mean to say you look a little on the...thin and rodenty side.

[ just keep on social-sabotaging, summers. ]

[allthyvexations]

Next I suppose you'll be saying that I carry the plague.

[herotypical]

Cooties, at the very least.

[allthyvexations]

It has yet to be medically proven that cooties are a source of terminal illness. It's at least reassuring to know that I won't cause the annihilation of half the population.

[Maybe. Not if he can help it, anyway.]

[herotypical]

A lot of things are yet to be medically proven. But -- fine. I'll capitulate on the cooties issue.

[allthyvexations]

How benevolent of you.