One hundred-seventy-third Nail

[suitcaseofnails]

So. It looks like the whole spring thing is going on rather nicely. Maybe a few sinking ships here and there, but really, the place just needs a nice good rainstorm and we'll all be ready for warmer weather. Thank God. I so can't stand all this chilly air. Even my shoes are cold.

Anyways, are you done with the Batman impression? Or is it the Joker? Ah well, I am such a blonde~ As I was saying, if you are done, I'd like you to come back to work and give me a hand. For some reason, I can't locate my books.

Oh yes, congratulations, Nero, for the start of your own business. I am sure there will be a wonderful amount of people slinking out of the woodwork needing a few tweaks here and there. I'd give you a few names, but I am sure they are already poked their noses in your direction.

As for the rest of you darlings, the new season of business wear is out. Stop on by and we're sure to fit you out for any occasion. Well. Barring the occasional sinking pleasure ship, mmkay?

Comments

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Batman? Joker...?

[suitcaseofnails]

As far as I know, the Batman is some kind of man that dresses up like a bat and comes flying out of caves to menace people. The Joker is his laughing arch-enemy with a clown's face and way too much ideas based off of carnival rides.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

A-and Father resembles them... how? A-ah, but I don't mean to be impudent, miss...

[suitcaseofnails]

Oh, it's fine, really. I'm Elendira, and I take it you're Esther?

Abel was talking about being all snug in the cave so I just had to ask him if he wanted a Batman suit and things went off from there.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, Miss Elendira, and yes, I am Sister Esther Blanchett-- I hope that Father hasn't said anything too unpleasant about me.

A-ah, I see. Well. I hope he doesn't get too comfortable, I suppose.

and yes, elie's joking with the last bit~

[suitcaseofnails]

Oh no, dear. He's spoken highly of you.

I certainly hope he doesn't. I am certain that the real Batman would get rather annoyed that someone's been sleeping in his bed and all~

1/3; esther goes abuh? D:

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a relief--

2/3

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

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[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Th-that... Miss Elendira...

elendira has a weird sense of humor srry!

[suitcaseofnails]

I suppose he hasn't really talked to you about me, mm? Fair warning, dear, I do enjoy teasing the sweety.

poor, poor Esther XD

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Well, Father tends to keep certain things to himself--

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[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Teasing the--

3/3

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

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Too gullible, Esther.

[suitcaseofnails]

He is like breaking open a safe just to know what his preferences are for tea.

Now, now. Don't be sad, dear.

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[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it.

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[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

A-ah, not sad, just... I feel silly for overreacting.

[suitcaseofnails]

Some men, right dear?

Oh, I can understand but really, he's told me he's not my type. Alas.

her brain broke ;-;

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

............................

XD poor esther

[suitcaseofnails]

I suppose he is rather inclined towards those with breasts than those that only look like they have breasts~

broke twice, now ;-;

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

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elie does that a lot to new peolpes ;;;

[suitcaseofnails]

Umm, he likes real women instead of women that are really men. So. That leaves me off the market. That is, if he wasn't celibate.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

N-no, I got that... bit... just... mmm.

Perhaps I should stop talking.

[suitcaseofnails]

Mm, we could change the subject, if you want. Like about how to surprise him once he's out.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

Surprise?

[suitcaseofnails]

Mmhmm. Like some sweets or a pie or something.

Although i do want to smack him for running off.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he'd appreciate that very much, Miss Elendira.

And, well... I won't stop you, but there is quite a line you'd have to wait in.

[suitcaseofnails]

Well, I can't imagine that prison food is all that good.

More's the pity there. I'll just wait until after the first rush smack him.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

I imagine that he probably refused to eat whatever the prison deemed appropriate to serve him.

He'll still be around, hopefully. Either here, or in the hospital.

[suitcaseofnails]

The poor dear must be starving then!

Oh I so imagine he would be. Whining.

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

You know him well, Miss Elendira.

[suitcaseofnails]

I suppose he has grown on me over time. He does remind me of a little lost puppy at times~

[lefeufollet.livejournal.com]

His eyes, right?

And then he told me that only little boys could have puppy eyes.

[suitcaseofnails]

I don't know how he does it, but yes. Those little sad eyes he does and then he gets all so simpering that I just cave.

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[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

Do you think I don't want to show up for work, miss Elendira?

[suitcaseofnails]

Ah, but you were sounding like you were so comfy in your cell yesterday~