- forty-second year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Halloween, again. His second one here. Rory's found the sweets and the note left at their door and brought it inside, and taken more pleasure than strictly necessary in being able to actually eat it. He doesn't know if the castle does something different for Halloween every year, but he's finding this to be much more agreeable than what happened LAST year--waking up with a gruesome painted face and his very own tombstone out on the grounds: just another lovely reminder that, at the time, he was dead back home]

Does anyone remember Halloween last year? With the painted faces some of us had, and the graveyard...?

[sound of chewing]

Think I like this a lot better than that. Sweets don't remind you that you're dead.

Comments

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

... Sweets?

[what]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

I like the chewy mice. Or the crunchy ones. They're very cute. I can feel squeaks in my teeth~

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. [crickets] I'm not sure they make sweets that look like mice.

... At least not where I'm from.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Oh. Kangaroos?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[who is this lady, she makes no sense]

Kangaroos? Er--no. No, I'm from England, not Australia.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[An annoyed sigh.]

Just don't eat the waffles.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[if she could see him, he'd be holding up his hands in a 'hey, don't get annoyed with ME gesture]

We don't really have waffles in England anyway.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A pish noise]

Belgium.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Er--right. Yeah, they do have waffles in Belgium.

[oh, why the hell not, not like this conversation could get any weirder]

... You ever had Belgian waffles?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Feet! [It's a very sudden yelp, and there are some banging noises.]

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he yelps too, more out of surprise than anything else, and almost sends his journal flying]

Gah--what?! What is it?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

I need a pot.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[tumbleweed silence]

You need... a pot.

...For your foot?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Extended silence from her side, too.]

...Yes?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

((sorry, LJ was being a massive flake D:))

[and more tumbleweeds]

Why do you need a pot for your foot?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

((It's okay :D))

Why not?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[seriously, this lady, what the hell]

Because pots don't belong on foots. Well--unless they've got hot water in and you're... soaking your foot. Or something.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Foot stew~

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

No. No... you'd soak your foot if it was sore. To help ease the pain, help it to feel better.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

...Eww...

[One must wonder what she thought about to come up with that.]

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[exactly]

Er. What's gross about that?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

We'll need to add cotton.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he gives up. He'll just play along. Probably better that way]

But that would make it... mushy. No cotton.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Have you ever tried to make a shirt? I tried to make a shirt. Plant's do not go on looms. Except the old ones, but they were new then, and they weren't really here kids of looms more there kinds of looms and I guess they were very new when they did...

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[she lost him right around 'except the old ones']

Uh... what? Say that again?