LOG: Orsino & Penny Who: Orsino Thruston & Penelope Clearwater What: Attempting to shirk impending responsibilities. Where: In bed at their flat. When: Friday, 10 September. Late night. Warnings/Rating: TBD.
"So..."
Making what he imagined was the fifth, futile, attempt to nudge Seven off the bed, Orsino felt his foot connect with the dog's ribs a bit more roughly than he intended. With a huffy sort of groan, the spaniel made a fuss of dragging herself to her feet and hopping off the edge of the bed, slinking across the room to join Eight on the floor. This task finally accomplished (though he had to wonder how long it would be before the two dogs conspired to once again Take the Bed), he shifted a little and looked over at Penny. He tried to remember what he'd been about to say. For her part, Penny had her nose buried in a book, just one of the pile she usually had at hand.
For a moment Orsino tried to look over onto the page, but as his eyes slid over the variety of obscured symbols on the pages he realized he had next to no idea what any of it was supposed to be about, for all Penny had tried to explain things to him over the years. It seemed a bit of a shame to interrupt her, but he thought this seemed a little important and it wasn't as though she had to go to work tomorrow morning. She could read later.
"Hey." Playfully, he prodded a finger into her ribs before rolling onto his side to face her. "Excuse me, Professor, I have a question."