|| { 106: allegro con brio, feroce } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[today, music room, skinny kid with a conductor's baton.

that recording is on at full blast. he is having a blast air-conducting the shit out of it.

where has he been for the past couple of months? hiding out in the city because of a hideously ugly loss WHO KNOWS]

[[ooc: open, feel free to pester however, he won't bite too hard :D]]

Comments

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

I think the question is more... do priests like me?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

No one likes you.

[Except her. And all the people that like him. But, y'know. He makes an effort to be disliked.]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[boops her nose again, giggling.] Mean! So very mean!

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Wiggles her nose lightly and beams at him]

I like you?

[Totally contradicting herself here...]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

I do hope that's a rhetorical question, my dear.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Nods decisively.]

I like you.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

I like you too, darling. [giggle.] Were you going anywhere? [he knows the answer, he just loves asking.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Going to you~

[She'd just been... wandering. This was as good a destination as any~]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[a laugh. he's ever so fond of deli, i can't even.] Would you like to try eating?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Coconuts. And banana splits.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

Ice cream it is. Let's go. [gonna hop up and head across the lobby over to the kitchen :D]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[trails behind him for a moment, communing with a pillar, before dashing forward to catch up]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[hangs back a bit to let her catch up.] What did it say?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs a bit, and toys with her little snake hickey-turned-tattoo]

What they usually say.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

I see. If walls could talk... [kitchen! he heads to the fridge and basically takes out all of the ice cream.] Help me, Deli. There are too many! I feel faint.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Giggles, and retrieves them spoons instead, holding one out to him]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[huffs and takes it.] Straight out of the carton? Obscene, Deli.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

We can be villains~

[She pries open one of them, and dives into strawberry icecream.]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

Always a villain. [/absently corrects her. opens up a coffee flavored carton and samples it.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Not always. Variety is spicy life. ...spice in life? spice of life?...

can't stay the same forever.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

Nothing stays. This is pretty good. [sticks his spoon in more deeply.] Unfortunately, stability is my lofty, fundamentally unattainable goal.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Tries some chocolate, and then tries to poke her spoon in his bucket]

Worse than eating your own tail.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[lets her... and sneaks a bit of strawberry himself.] Ouroboros does have it tough, all things considered....

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

He mumbled.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

I suppose the question is what would happen if he let go.