THE QUEEN HAS (p with nerron) BEEN OVERTHROWN

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    [justify][color=black][font=book antique]
    She could vaguely remember wanting to set that scarf on fire. It was still tempting, but in less of a malicious sense and more like pure boredom. There wasn't any reason not to. None she could readily think of, anyway.


    "If...And this is completely hypothetical...If somebody burnt your flower patch down, scale of one to twenty, how upset would you be?"


    The bony creature wobbled over, limping due to her injured forepaw but otherwise doing well.

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    [justify][color=black][font=book antique]
    "No. I did say it was hypothetical. I was just curious."


    More or less. She wasn't really curious, but she also didn't plan on messing with his plants. People were entitled to their strange enjoyments and she was constantly too tired to go out of her way and ruin them. It was just a way to start a conversation, which was what she wanted to have. Being alone in her room was making her ill.


    "Um. Anyway. How are you?"

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    That almost shocked him. Ivan hadn't used da in forever. Pushing that aside, he gave a little huff. Decent I suppose. I've been gone for a bit too long. It was true, he'd missed the ghost to life thing, as well as plenty others. Raising a metaphorical eyebrow, Ivan would add, How are you?[/fancypost]


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    [justify][color=black][font=book antique] "Da."


    She parroted in a monotone, staring at a beetle struggling over the earth, vaguely hoping to annoy him by it but ultimately not giving the half-hearted jab much thought.


    "Well, you're in luck. Recaps are easy to come by here. Won't be long 'til you're in the loop."


    The friendliness was difficult to pull off. She wasn't feeling it but if she was going to learn to behave normally she needed to start out normally.


    "In. The damned. Loop."


    The serval repeated in a guttural mutter, before perking up a bit.


    "I'm good. Living. That's good."


    See? Easy.

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    [justify][color=black][font=book antique] "She's being unreasonable. I'd be more than happy to talk things out but I'm afraid she'd storm out on me. Communication doesn't seem to be her forte. I suppose it is a bit unnerving, though, having someone close to you come back in a way you perceive as wrong."


    Which was what sort of bothered Nerron, because she didn't feel wrong. She felt fine. A bit more confused and tired than normal, but not wrong.


    "Anyway, when she calms down and wants to stop taking things so personally, we can make progress."


    She murmured, stretching and yawning.


    "Are you two an item yet, or still awkwardly dancing around the subject?"

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    The tiger narrowed his eyes. "How do you know she would if you haven't tried?" The Russian would state. She couldn't just expect something from her. It was almost like when someone said " "and no bla bla bla bla."" In a conversation. They were simply trying to predict what you were going to do, even if you weren't going to do it.[/fancypost]


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    [justify][color=black][font=book antique]
    "She stormed out the first time and threatened to hang me up in a tree if I spoke to her again. I'll let her decide when she wants this to be resolved."


    Nerron nipped at a pebble between her toes, successfully dislodging it and spitting it to the ground.


    [b]"Otherwise I don't want to risk her wasting her time with that attempt. I like to view myself as somebody who is hard to tie up. Can't have her trying to change that."