(no subject)

[untempered]

Who: anyone
When: Day 27, evening
Where: Apartment Z
What: TABLEGASM

[So there's been drama, there's been hangovers, there's been nature violence and there's been the drudgery of daily life. But who cares about that. The door to Z is open and Noric is in the middle of the room, studying the ebony, fancy looking furniture item that just appeared there.]

...I'm almost loathe to admit this... but I kind of want to sleep on it, just because I can.

[Oh yes. Apartment Z got a table.]

Comments

[intellectum]

Well enough.

[hyanaimne]

That is good. Are you planning on sleeping on the table as well?

[intellectum]

[bristles]

No.

[hyanaimne]

[the straightest face, but she's amused]

I see.

[intellectum]

It never happened, no matter what he says.

[hyanaimne]

[. . . h-honey. Lips twitch]

Whatever has or hasn't happened is of no concern to me, dear. I simply overheard Noric and thought I would tease a bit.

[intellectum]

Then tease him.

[hyanaimne]

Oh, I plan to.

[intellectum]

Good.

[hyanaimne]

[c . . .can't resist]

. . . it does look like a rather comfortable table, to be very honest.

[intellectum]

It's a table.

[hyanaimne]

Yes, I can see that.

[intellectum]

I can't believe we're still on this topic.

[hyanaimne]

[laughs a bit]

Shall we switch, then? To a topic that does not involve tables.

[intellectum]

Yes.

[hyanaimne]

[looks thoughtful]

What do you wish to speak about, then? I must admit, I am not the greatest at small talk.

[intellectum]

Neither am I.

Did you see that notice?

[hyanaimne]

Oh yes, unfortunately. Rather childish, wasn't it?

[intellectum]

I was pleasantly surprised she didn't mention me.

[hyanaimne]

Why in the world would she mention you?

[intellectum]

She attacked me.

[hyanaimne]

What for?

[intellectum]

I said some things she was uncomfortable with.

[hyanaimne]

. . . and she attacked you.

Honestly . . .

[intellectum]

[shrugs]

It makes no difference to me.