Twentieth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

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[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[She makes it into the library after he hides that damned tape]

One day, I swear, I'm going to have to hurt you.

[She stalks up, looking like she's ready to rummage through his pockets]

Where is it?

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm a vampire. Getting hurt is not in my vocabulary.

[A grin and a slight shrug.]

Where is what?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

So am I, your point is moot.

[She's too short to see up there ;;]

The little box you had with you!

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

Little box? That's a wonderfully vague thing to be looking for.

Mind offering any details about it?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

The one you just ran off with.

[Yeah, you know what? She'll just start rummaging about in your pockets, Tesla, don't mind her]

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

What do you think you're doing?

[Now frowning at all of this. This will totally wrinkle his suit. >:(]

There's nothing to find, Mal. Stop while you're ahead.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[That's what he gets for doing things :/ Still checking]

Where did you put it?

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

I didn't put it anywhere, Ms. Sherlock Holmes. Now, could you please stop patting me down like a security guard?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I don't know who that is.

[It's clearly not on him, though, so she settles for a good GLOWER instead] You must of put it somewhere.

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

And yet another perfectly good reference flies over your head. I don't know why I waste them on you.

[Look at this innocent face. How could you ever suspect him.]

And where might I have put it, then?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I don't know either, you know I'm not from Earth.

[She doesn't believe in it AT ALL]

Somewhere obvious so you can crow about it later, no doubt.

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

Yes, but a man can try, right?

Come on, who do you think I am? I'm not a blackmailer, Mal.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

If you want to continue to be disappointed, yes.

[She's just giving him a LOOK]

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

Whatever. One day you'll get it.

[Innocent look! :D]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

Don't give me that look.

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

What look?

[Grin grin grinnnnn.]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Points]

That look.

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

I don't understand what you're talking about. I don't look any different.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Yes you do. You look smug.

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

Don't I always do?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Especially so this time around.