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Tweak says, "Sing a song of sixpence! Do!"

J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry (ex_peepshows656) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-25 10:46:00

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christine daaé, meg giry

Who: James & Lotte
What: The bffl's make up.
Where: 501.
When: Shortly after this.
Warnings: None.

With Lotte on her way, James closed the laptop and left it buried in the snowy sheets of her bed. She kicked out of her heels, and the pair of glitter strapped spikes went skittering to one lone corner of the bedroom. Although why she was still wearing pumps when she'd been home for a solid hour, and had made the effort to change into yoga pants, was something of a mystery. She was performing a balancing act on the tiny counterspace of her modest kitchen when a knock came to the door.

"It's unlocked!" She shouted over the soft carve of her shoulder while prying loose a box of tea from the top shelf of some forgotten cabinet. James wasn't much of a tea drinker, but she remembered this fruity herbal blend as being one that Lotte was fond of. She'd bought it for just that reason, and now it was a treasure hunt to even find it after the stretch of a fight they'd had.

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still_lotte
2010-03-25 03:01 pm UTC (link)

Being excited to head down was an understatement. The card had been easier, more chicken really, than saying in person that she was sorry. She'd been told to stop saying it so much lately, that she didn't think she'd be able to manage a conversation without it coming out.

She only stopped to grab a bag, with the can of mace and her book in it, before dashing down the stairs to the fifth floor. Her knock on the door was over-eager though she adjusted her sweatshirt while waiting for an answer.

Pushing the door open, Lotte ducked in, looking for James. The kitchen was close enough and a nervous and genuine smile spread. "Hi," she said, moving forward.

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ex_peepshows656
2010-03-25 03:07 pm UTC (link)

"Hi back," James murmured with a smile when she saw Lotte. The box of tea was dropped to the counter beside her bare toes before she knelt and hopped down. Now, if she could figure out how to boil water without a tea kettle. She turned to a cabinet and pulled loose two coffee mugs; garish, brightly colored things with chipped handles that read something about surviving a weekend in Vegas. She filled them with tap water and popped them in the microwave before turning back around to face Lotte. Her brows were drawn up, even teeth pinning her lower lip to one side in tense, worried contemplation.

"Should we pretend nothing happened, or beg each other's forgiveness?"

	ex_peepshows656 2010-03-26 12:16 am UTC (link)
	"She showed you her what?" James' face twisted into an expression of mild shock. Eyebrows pitched into high scripted arches, lips slightly parted. As if Lotte had just said some bad word that James wasn't familiar with. Arboretum? What the hell was that? Some kind of body piercing? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	still_lotte 2010-03-26 02:08 am UTC (link)
	"Garden," Lotte ammended. That was the last time she tried to be more impressive with vocabulary; she'd been a poor student and there was no way to change it now. "Fancy word for it - she's got one in her apartment." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_peepshows656 2010-03-26 03:23 am UTC (link)
	James tilted her head and considered that for a moment. Yes, she could see Ella with a garden. It seemed very natural. Somehow, that strayed James' thoughts to a wonder over whether she should install a dance pole in her living room. Her cloudy blue eyes inspected the space around them for a moment. "How's Ella doing?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	still_lotte 2010-03-26 03:36 am UTC (link)
	Lotte sipped her tea, thinking for a moment before saying. "Good - she seemed recovered from it all." A good thing in Lotte's mind but... "She was very caught up in all the fairy tale stuff-" Here she looked carefully at James, trying to see her reaction. "I think she has most of the building figured out, James." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)