Mouse: ... Why would anyone be knocking on the door so vigorously? Don't they know we work nights? ... jerks.
Eep (to Mouse): Ugh... Who the fuck was at the door?
Mouse (to Eep): That was awkward... I think I just met Vincent's sister.
Eep (to Mouse): What? What the fuck did she want?
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently, to yell at me about how I destroyed her family with that article filled with "lies". She said she didn't know what my game was, but that I wasn't going to get away with it. And, once her father comes back from his trip, everything was going to be right again... Clearly, she's delusional.
Eep (to Mouse): WHAT?! That... she... I am without words. I'm fucking without words.
Mouse (to Eep): I know... She's clearly distraught. I kinda felt bad for her, but not enough to let her continue to yell at me. Thankfully, she doesn't know where Vincent is, so that's good.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. I don't even know what to say. Are you gonna tell him you met her?
Mouse (to Eep): Probably...
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. You, OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Peachy. I just love it when someone yells at me. I'm just glad that I held my temper and I didn't throttle her.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You could just say no, you know. I'm impressed you didn't throttle her. Or at least yell back.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, I'm still a little thrown... I figured that was kind of what she wanted, a terrible reaction. I mean, she wasn't really mad at me, I was just an easy target.
Eep (to Mouse): For what it's worth, I think it's more than kinda fucking amazing you took Vincent in. Way more than most people woulda done.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. You would have done it too, if he had been sitting on your porch. Not to change the subject... but I'm totally doing it. Wanda said she'll take Thomas & Camille.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Nice! Looks like all the kids have homes, then. As long as Otto keeps his pants on, we're good. Uh, well, you know what I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, he seemed pretty adamant about no more children, but you never know.
Eep (to Mouse): He'd better not have any more kids, or I'll take away his boy bits myself.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, and here I thought you liked the kittens. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I did. Doesn't mean I want a house full of them. Especially not when they all wanna sleep on my face.
Mouse (to Eep): But it's such a nice face. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): And apparently comfortable to cats.
Several hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey lover, are you hungry? I was worried you were going to sleep the day away.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I'm not peckish just yet. How has the furry new addition been?
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... He has been riding on my shoulder like a parrot all day. I'm not sure he's going to let me out of his sight.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, if Otto is any indication, I'd say it's not bloody likely.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh, you're in a mood, honey... What's wrong?
Vincent (to Poppy): Good gracious, hun. I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well. I don't mean to be such dreadful company.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, then I should apologize in advance, I'm about to add to your mood, honey... I need to go back to New London.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? How come?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, Percy says that Drake has been asking around about me, well, about the girl he "rescued". This might be my chance to find out what he knows about the Black spot hit on Alistair.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I can't argue with that. But you're right, lover. I'm not thrilled about it.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know... Do you want me not to go, honey? I just figured this might be the easiest way to find out.
Vincent (to Poppy): I worry about you mucking about with Drake without any backup, hun. No bit of intel is worth putting you in a tight spot. Which I know is HIGHLY ironic coming from me, as I've been nothing BUT trouble for you since you met me. I can't fault his taste, but I can guess why Drake has been asking after you. And why he as a "thing" for ladies in distress.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's very sweet of you to worry, honey, but I have done this sort of thing before... I'm arranging to run into him at a gambling house that Percy says he likes to frequent. So, it'll be very crowded. I'm not going to be alone with him...
Vincent (to Poppy): I trust you, hun. And I trust your abilities. You know what you're doing. I know that, but... Well...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well what, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm being a ridiculous jealous fool. I know. I'm sorry, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, that's like Han being jealous of Lando or Luke, even... Not that I'm saying I'm a princess, but you know what I mean. Look I'm not going to do anything untoward. I managed to work for ISS for three years & never had to use sex to get what I wanted out of folks and I'm not going to start now. What can I say that will ease your mind about this?
Vincent (to Poppy): You don't need to ease my mind, hun. I trust you. Don't let me being in an off mood make you feel bad. Will you do me one favor? Will you take Otto or young Mr. Max with you? I know it's ridiculous, but I'd feel a heck of a lot better if you had SOME KIND of backup.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, honey, I'll ask Otto to come with me... I'm not sure it's a good idea for Max to crossover at his age. Now, I understand why it was always frowned upon for us to have relationships... it complicates things. And, why I'm glad that I won't be working for ISS any longer... If you weren't working honey, I'd ask you to go with me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, if I weren't working, you'd have a hard time getting rid of me. Thank you. For humoring me, I mean.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I understand. I mean, the only reason I want to find out what Drake knows is because I'm worried about you. I don't want anything to happen to you & if I can find out how to prevent it, of course, I'm going to try.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Well, I don't want anything to happen to me either. And I'm damned lucky to have you looking out for me, lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Thank you for worrying about me, honey... I've never really had anyone do that before.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to get accustomed to someone fretting about you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): I promise I'll be back as quick as I can & I'll swing by your work before I head home... I should get dressed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I need to get ready for work myself. I'm in desperate need of a shower. I don't suppose I could convince you to join me?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my... I think I could be persuaded.
Eep (to Mouse): Ugh... Who the fuck was at the door?
Mouse (to Eep): That was awkward... I think I just met Vincent's sister.
Eep (to Mouse): What? What the fuck did she want?
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently, to yell at me about how I destroyed her family with that article filled with "lies". She said she didn't know what my game was, but that I wasn't going to get away with it. And, once her father comes back from his trip, everything was going to be right again... Clearly, she's delusional.
Eep (to Mouse): WHAT?! That... she... I am without words. I'm fucking without words.
Mouse (to Eep): I know... She's clearly distraught. I kinda felt bad for her, but not enough to let her continue to yell at me. Thankfully, she doesn't know where Vincent is, so that's good.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. I don't even know what to say. Are you gonna tell him you met her?
Mouse (to Eep): Probably...
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. You, OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Peachy. I just love it when someone yells at me. I'm just glad that I held my temper and I didn't throttle her.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You could just say no, you know. I'm impressed you didn't throttle her. Or at least yell back.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, I'm still a little thrown... I figured that was kind of what she wanted, a terrible reaction. I mean, she wasn't really mad at me, I was just an easy target.
Eep (to Mouse): For what it's worth, I think it's more than kinda fucking amazing you took Vincent in. Way more than most people woulda done.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. You would have done it too, if he had been sitting on your porch. Not to change the subject... but I'm totally doing it. Wanda said she'll take Thomas & Camille.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Nice! Looks like all the kids have homes, then. As long as Otto keeps his pants on, we're good. Uh, well, you know what I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, he seemed pretty adamant about no more children, but you never know.
Eep (to Mouse): He'd better not have any more kids, or I'll take away his boy bits myself.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, and here I thought you liked the kittens. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I did. Doesn't mean I want a house full of them. Especially not when they all wanna sleep on my face.
Mouse (to Eep): But it's such a nice face. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): And apparently comfortable to cats.
Several hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey lover, are you hungry? I was worried you were going to sleep the day away.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I'm not peckish just yet. How has the furry new addition been?
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... He has been riding on my shoulder like a parrot all day. I'm not sure he's going to let me out of his sight.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, if Otto is any indication, I'd say it's not bloody likely.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh, you're in a mood, honey... What's wrong?
Vincent (to Poppy): Good gracious, hun. I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well. I don't mean to be such dreadful company.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, then I should apologize in advance, I'm about to add to your mood, honey... I need to go back to New London.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? How come?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, Percy says that Drake has been asking around about me, well, about the girl he "rescued". This might be my chance to find out what he knows about the Black spot hit on Alistair.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I can't argue with that. But you're right, lover. I'm not thrilled about it.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know... Do you want me not to go, honey? I just figured this might be the easiest way to find out.
Vincent (to Poppy): I worry about you mucking about with Drake without any backup, hun. No bit of intel is worth putting you in a tight spot. Which I know is HIGHLY ironic coming from me, as I've been nothing BUT trouble for you since you met me. I can't fault his taste, but I can guess why Drake has been asking after you. And why he as a "thing" for ladies in distress.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's very sweet of you to worry, honey, but I have done this sort of thing before... I'm arranging to run into him at a gambling house that Percy says he likes to frequent. So, it'll be very crowded. I'm not going to be alone with him...
Vincent (to Poppy): I trust you, hun. And I trust your abilities. You know what you're doing. I know that, but... Well...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well what, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm being a ridiculous jealous fool. I know. I'm sorry, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, that's like Han being jealous of Lando or Luke, even... Not that I'm saying I'm a princess, but you know what I mean. Look I'm not going to do anything untoward. I managed to work for ISS for three years & never had to use sex to get what I wanted out of folks and I'm not going to start now. What can I say that will ease your mind about this?
Vincent (to Poppy): You don't need to ease my mind, hun. I trust you. Don't let me being in an off mood make you feel bad. Will you do me one favor? Will you take Otto or young Mr. Max with you? I know it's ridiculous, but I'd feel a heck of a lot better if you had SOME KIND of backup.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, honey, I'll ask Otto to come with me... I'm not sure it's a good idea for Max to crossover at his age. Now, I understand why it was always frowned upon for us to have relationships... it complicates things. And, why I'm glad that I won't be working for ISS any longer... If you weren't working honey, I'd ask you to go with me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, if I weren't working, you'd have a hard time getting rid of me. Thank you. For humoring me, I mean.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I understand. I mean, the only reason I want to find out what Drake knows is because I'm worried about you. I don't want anything to happen to you & if I can find out how to prevent it, of course, I'm going to try.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Well, I don't want anything to happen to me either. And I'm damned lucky to have you looking out for me, lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Thank you for worrying about me, honey... I've never really had anyone do that before.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to get accustomed to someone fretting about you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): I promise I'll be back as quick as I can & I'll swing by your work before I head home... I should get dressed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I need to get ready for work myself. I'm in desperate need of a shower. I don't suppose I could convince you to join me?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my... I think I could be persuaded.
