goshdarnspam | (no subject)

My secretary--

What the fuck did you do?

That's not what we're talking about. I want sushi.

Fine, fine. If you insist.

Cool.

[Slowly. Standing from chair. As concerned he might display her maturity level and just dart into it the second she was up.]

Your girlfriend's still gone. Right.

Uh. Yes ? Unfortunately.

[ He pauses. ]

Why?

Because sometimes the internet lies to me. It has stripper level trust issues or something.

[Firmly attempting to herd towards door.]

Oh. Of course. Fine, April, we'll go get sushi.

[ And he follows. Obediently. ]

But the pics of you and James are total photoshop. I mean. No way you have a tan.

[She mentions casually as she steps back enough to fall in step with him, hands firmly in her pockets.]

Oh gross. That's just nasty. Don't these people have anything to do?

Nah. I mean. We, like, killed all the normal stuff boring normal people read. And Teddy R was the only hot dead politician. So. Yay for you.

[Hm. For some reason when they hit the street outside of City hall, April attempts to...link arms.]

Hey! I don't think that's fair. There are better people they can waste their time with!

Does nothing make you happy.

[ Weed. ]

Doing my job?

That isn't happiness. That's robot efficiency.

[wow time works weird in memes, because they're at lunch. and sitting at a table next to the window.]

I'm not a fucking robot! [ He's totally picking at his food, though. ]

Seriously, I like my job. Is that a problem?

Name five other things you like. Now.

[Fine. But she's picking the most food.]

Architecture, comic books, math, er. [ He's struggling now. Shit. ]

Good books?

Ah. Flying?

Only the last two count. You fail as a human being.

[Contradicted somewhat be the grin. There's no pause as she leans forward across the table, still talking.]

What time is it?

Ah. [ He tips his head, listening. ]

One thirty.

Cool. I thought so.

[And herp, just like that she leans all the way in, standing up on her end of the table, to press her mouth against his.

somewhere on the other side of the window there may be a camera talking about taking a snapshot]

[ Of all the things to happen, this isn't so bad. Well, he doesn't like it, but he can deal with it. He puts up with it, either way, but he makes a 'Mmph--' of protest. O]

[April pulls back slightly, not much more than an inch or so yet, tiling her head just enough to hide the slightly annoyed face from being visible outside.]

I don't even get a glass of wine in my face? Really?

Why would you? [ He raises a shoulder, like its no big deal. ]

You're a concerning person.

[But she's back in her seat, too, with a huff.]

What? Why?