Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarcomm, @ 2018-08-01 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | leon orcot, veronica mars |
[Backdated to July 18]
[A cactus was waiting for Veronica on her desk in the morning, along with a note]
Happy Birthday, V.
Leon
Although it was her birthday Veronica still had to work. She walked into her office only to see a cactus on her desk. Even without reading the note she knew exactly who it was from. Pulling out her phone she typed in a text to Leon.
>> A cactus?
>> Did is miss the memo that today’s your birthday?
[Leon]
>> I thought you could use something to brighten up your office
>> And so you’d have something as prickly as you to talk to
[Veronica]
>> That’s what I have you for
[Leon]
>> What the hell’s that supposed to mean?
>> I’m not prickly.
[Veronica]
>> Hate to break it to you, Orcot
>> But you kind of are
[Leon]
>> Just enjoy the damn cactus, alright?
[Veronica]
>> Just what I’ve always wanted
[Leon]
>> You don’t even have to water it
>> Well, not often at least.
[Veronica]
>> I have a son
>> I think I can manage taking care of a cactus
[Leon]
>> I don’t know
>> It’s not like cactuses can let you know when they’re hungry.
[Veronica]
>> Neither can a baby
>> And this is why you’re not allowed to babysit
[Leon]
>> Okay, maybe they can’t talk
>> But they can cry
>> And do all the damn time
>> Plants scream way less.
[Veronica]
>> Thanks for the lesson on how babies works
>> What would I do without you?
[Leon]
>> Apparently wait for it to talk to you.
[Veronica]
>> Because that’s exactly what I have been doing these past 14 months
[Leon]
>> I knew it.
>> Happy birthday.