[Sometime during AU week]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[meanwhile at the dorms, a half-pirate and some girl who managed a +3 lockpicking skill in her bag of tricks are trying to break in to "their" room]

This lock is way more sophisticated than the others. You'd think they were worried about unsavory people trying to break in...

Comments

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[mock-gasping in an affronted tone]

What self-respecting art critic would dare reference low art like soap operas? Honestly, Ramona.

[the_ex_in_xp]

The ones that aren't pretentious asses?

...they exist, right?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, they do. But I think they mostly write for blogs.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[resting her chin on her hand]

So at least the art world has something to balance out the crazy Precious Moments fans.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[laughing a little and visibly relaxing, finally]

I really do wish I could see what she does with an actual canvas. I bet it's interesting.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Maybe she's got a studio or something. Somewhere out in nature with fuzzy wildlife acting as bouncers.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, maybe. I could ask around but I'm a little tired of being stared at like I'm weird.

[the_ex_in_xp]

So don't. Hang out with me, since I already know you're weird.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[reaching out to swat at your leg, laughing a little harder than before]

Hey!

[the_ex_in_xp]

[good thing Rene hopped off earlier, because she's twisting to try and ineffectually dodge the swat]

What? At least I'm not going to stare!

[the_ex_in_excessive]

You're lucky I can't reach the pillows or there'd definitely be one flying at you right now, Ramona Flowers.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[picking up one of the pillows and setting it in her lap, almost taunting]

Oh no, not pillows. Good thing they're, like, three feet away or I'd be in trouble.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, but you're in between me and them. It sort of poses a problem.

[the_ex_in_xp]

C'mon, just admit you don't want to move because you're enjoying the rabbits. Saying you can't throw a pillow at me because I'm in the way is an excuse not to face me head on.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[the nice thing about being situated in front of the bed is that it means that while you're talking she can quietly dislodge and find the edge of the blanket and toss it at you just as you're done talking :)]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[letting it hit because, really, it's more embarrassing to acknowledge that happened than not]

...seriously?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

See? I've still got moves.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, but chucks the pillow on her lap at you]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[hastily ducking!]

Admittedly you probably have more shots at it than I do, though...

[the_ex_in_xp]

I'm better at improvising things to throw.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

That's what I get for focusing my pirate-related specialties on areas other than bar-room brawling.

[the_ex_in_xp]

And carnival games.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I can win carnival games, Ramona. "Squirt other people with water, win a prize" isn't a real carnival game.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Says you. I've got the word from some very respectable carnies that it's totally real.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Really. Name names.