PapatymisonN: Alrighty.
Lithaladhwen: So. Where do we fit this in chronologically?
Lithaladhwen: After sex. Before or after the first date thing?
PapatymisonN: After sex, before first date.
Lithaladhwen: 'kay.
PapatymisonN: *fonts up*
Lithaladhwen: *does the same*
PapatymisonN: <RP>
PapatymisonN: *waiting for Eve to come home from dropping off Selena*
Lithaladhwen: ....*bamf*
PapatymisonN: Hey.
Lithaladhwen: *raises a hand in greeting*
PapatymisonN: Want to go for a walk?
Lithaladhwen: .... *shrugs* Yeah, sure.
PapatymisonN: *gets up and opens the door for her*
Lithaladhwen: I... thanks.
Lithaladhwen: *goes ahead*
PapatymisonN: *summons his blade for cutting down the slapping vine...* >.> <.<
Lithaladhwen: Hey! That's mine!
Lithaladhwen: It's harmless. And it makes good wine if you can stand it smacking you.
PapatymisonN: ... *vanishes the blade*
PapatymisonN: ... >.>
PapatymisonN: <.<
Lithaladhwen: *takes out a cigarette*
PapatymisonN: ... you need to start on cigars... *exits the cave...
PapatymisonN: *
Lithaladhwen: I have plenty of cigars. I get the good ones, and they're very expensive.
Lithaladhwen: I just felt like having a short smoke. Instead of, you know. Spending an hour on it.
Lithaladhwen: You want one?
PapatymisonN: I finish those in one breath. No thank you.
Lithaladhwen: Heh. Your loss.
PapatymisonN: *it's a lovely spring day... the mountains are lovely, and the view of the town is picturesque*
Lithaladhwen: Man. We have a nice place here, don't we? I have good taste in hideouts. *lights p*
Lithaladhwen: *up
PapatymisonN: Mm. Part of why I picked it.
Lithaladhwen: You came here to hide from the Domans because it's pretty?
PapatymisonN: I came here to hide from the Domans because I needed to hide from the Domans.
PapatymisonN: It just HAPPENS to be pretty.
Lithaladhwen: *laugh*
Lithaladhwen: This is fair. But I for one... chose it because it's pretty.
Lithaladhwen: Because I'm a woman and we do that.
PapatymisonN: I see... At least you understand women.
PapatymisonN: Some days that child drives me mad...
Lithaladhwen: Hey. That is your kid. The craziness? All you. I take no responsibility. *grins*
PapatymisonN: Bullshit. You take responsibility all the time.
Lithaladhwen: Do not. I'm not mature enough to be responsible for anything.
PapatymisonN: You're more mature than me.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, well, you're younger than I am. Technically.
Lithaladhwen: Though physically I'm older, you're the one whose form is... so.... *appears to have confused herself*
PapatymisonN: So what?
Lithaladhwen: I know that one of us is robbing the cradle here, but I don't know which one. o_ô
PapatymisonN: ... I was always too big for a cradle.
Lithaladhwen: The metaphorical cradle. The one where younger lovers come from. You know.
PapatymisonN: ... hmmm... fine. You're a dirty pedophile. I hope you're proud of yourself.
Lithaladhwen: *lecherous grin* I am. I promise.
PapatymisonN: Good.
PapatymisonN: ... is she mixing well with the other children?
Lithaladhwen: Hm? She seems pretty popular. She's got some friends on her teams, and other parents seem cool with her.
Lithaladhwen: Why are you worried all of a sudden?
PapatymisonN: I doubt I would have been social, were I a child.
PapatymisonN: ... I suppose that's her mother in her...
PapatymisonN: Even the king liked her.
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* I wasn't much for having friends either. My only friends as a kid tried to kill me. More than once. It's nice to see that Selena's doing better than either of us.
PapatymisonN: ... how did she manage it? It's amazing.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* Kids adjust.
PapatymisonN: ... ... the loveliness is boring.
PapatymisonN: Shall we go back home?
Lithaladhwen: ...sure.
Lithaladhwen: *finishes her cigarette and grinds the end out under her foot*
PapatymisonN: *lifts her and puts her on his shoulder*
Lithaladhwen: HEY!
Lithaladhwen: What the hell are you doing?
PapatymisonN: ... you mind?
PapatymisonN: It means you don't have to walk.
Lithaladhwen: I can walk!
Lithaladhwen: That's what my feet are for!
Lithaladhwen: o_O
PapatymisonN: Give them a rest.
Lithaladhwen: *bops him on the back of the head* Don't make me teleport home and leave your crazy ass here.
PapatymisonN: Pff. Like I'd marry you if you did that.
Lithaladhwen: *bamfs*
Lithaladhwen: *and from behind, pokes him in the back of the head*
Lithaladhwen: You're nuts.
PapatymisonN: Yup.
Lithaladhwen: *gets another cigarette out*
Lithaladhwen: And who said anything about anybody marrying anyone?
PapatymisonN: Eh. True.
Lithaladhwen: We're just... you know. Living together and sleeping together and raising a child.
Lithaladhwen: It somehow feels different.
PapatymisonN: ... it may as well be the same thing. Marriage can consist of the same without love and survive.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. Marriage can do a lot of things. Why?
PapatymisonN: ... well, if you want to, I don't see why not.
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: *drops her cigarette right down on the ground and stares at him*
Lithaladhwen: o_o
Lithaladhwen: -_-
Lithaladhwen: o_o
Lithaladhwen: Are you proposing to me?
PapatymisonN: Is that a problem?
PapatymisonN: *that damn air of appealing arrogance... what a prick*
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: So you really want to make an honest woman of me, huh?
PapatymisonN: As honest as possible.
Lithaladhwen: *starts to pick up her cigarette and her hand stops before it reaches her mouth... and she just stares at it for a moment, plainly weighing her decision*
Lithaladhwen: *a little smile quirks the edge of her mouth*
Lithaladhwen: Y'know? I think I'd like that.
PapatymisonN: Done.
Lithaladhwen: *grins like she's just been proposed to*
PapatymisonN: ... let's go back home, hmm? I-GAK*slips down the gentle hill*
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
PapatymisonN: ... ow...
PapatymisonN: Help me up? >.O
Lithaladhwen: *runs down, falls on her ass as well, and slides down where he is*
Lithaladhwen: Apparently not!
PapatymisonN: *reaches for her hand*
Lithaladhwen: *offers it*
PapatymisonN: *uses her to get himself up, and heads back to the house... but wait...*
PapatymisonN: *he left something in her hand! A little velvet box!*
PapatymisonN: Thanks.
Lithaladhwen: ...*open*
PapatymisonN: *yup. That's SOME engagement ring, alright...*
Lithaladhwen: .....
Lithaladhwen: *THROWS her arms around him and, oh gods he's on his ass again, with her on top*
PapatymisonN: *on his back...* ... I suppose you like it, then.
Lithaladhwen: *kisses him*
Lithaladhwen: *pulls back and nods*
PapatymisonN: Good. Hand. Now.
Lithaladhwen: *presents her hand*
PapatymisonN: *puts the ring on* Oh, and I guessed right...
PapatymisonN: I figured if I just asked without one, you'd want to look and look for one that was just right.
PapatymisonN: This is far more appealing to me.
Lithaladhwen: *flicks the tip of his nose* You're a louse, Don Blackwell. *grins*
Lithaladhwen: But....*holds her hand out and inspects the ring* A louse with good taste.
PapatymisonN: I should hope so. It's not as if I've never stolen jewellery before...
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* Did you steal it?
PapatymisonN: No.
Lithaladhwen: Good. Because if someone came to confiscate it, I'd have to kill them. Because it certainly... *peck on the cheek for Don* ...is mine now.
PapatymisonN: ... yes it is.
PapatymisonN: ... when did you want to do this?
Lithaladhwen: *sits up, giving him his freedom of movement back* I... huh. I don't know. I mean, a year is customary if you're inviting piles of people... but I can't see us doing that, either of us.
PapatymisonN: Selena's the only one we need, really.
PapatymisonN: ... no Ashuran or Ishtarian priests. They'd not like me, I'm sure.
Lithaladhwen: I know a Kazeran priest. Ran into him during the mess a while back. He seems okay.
PapatymisonN: Good. Did you want to buy a dress?
Lithaladhwen: ...Oh, um. I don't... I don't know why I'd need one. Especially if it's just going to be the three of us.
PapatymisonN: ... we're only doing this once.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, but... I don't know. I don't think it's necessary. No use showing off if we aren't dragging ten kinds of extended family to come lay eyes on us.
Lithaladhwen: Let's not worry about a dress. We have everything we need. Our family and one holy-guy.
PapatymisonN: Deal.
PapatymisonN: ... we should just do this tonight.
Lithaladhwen: ...*snrrks* Poor Selena. "By the way, your father and I are getting married. Get your coat."
PapatymisonN: She's a tough kid.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Takes after her dad. She'll live.
Lithaladhwen: So... when we get home I'll go bug Warren. See if he's available tonight.
Lithaladhwen: Then when she's done with school, we can go get things taken care of. Sound good?
PapatymisonN: *nods*
PapatymisonN: I should at least get HER a dress. Let her feel pretty, involved.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, fine. We'll dress up.
Lithaladhwen: But this means we have to wait. We need girl-shopping and gossip time.
PapatymisonN: ... alright...
PapatymisonN: *kiss* This is going to be wonderful, Mrs. Blackwell.
Lithaladhwen: *is totally a mature woman and... well, and giggles*
Lithaladhwen: Well. I am inclined to agree. *heads home to wait for Selena*
PapatymisonN: *heads into town to get himself a suit*
Lithaladhwen: (Where to now, sir?)
PapatymisonN: (The event.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh God. I have to think of things. o_O )
PapatymisonN: (Take your time.)
Lithaladhwen: (Doesn't help that I'm drawing Selena while we RP....)
Lithaladhwen: (Because I can't get her to stop bugging me about it.)
PapatymisonN: (Oh, draw, then RP. I need to do up Sel's last conversation with Charles.)
Lithaladhwen: ('kay.)
Lithaladhwen: (You're going to laugh at me for being apprehensive about trying to draw her. ...I've never drawn a black person before. How the hell did that happen?)
PapatymisonN: (You've never played one before?)
Lithaladhwen: (No. But I've never even drawn one in other contexts.)
Lithaladhwen: (I just realized this.)
PapatymisonN: (... well, no time like the present to get started.)
PapatymisonN: (... I dare you to do me after.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm so scared this is going to be the most exaggerated caricature of a black woman the world has seen since the days of blackface comics.)
PapatymisonN: (MAMIE!)
Lithaladhwen: (That's what this is going to look like. It'll be a picture in an old phrenology text. "Behold! The afroid skull structure!")
Lithaladhwen: (Heheh. I said afroid.)
PapatymisonN: (I prefer negroid.)
Lithaladhwen: (The negroid, then.)
Lithaladhwen: (I've drawn mongoloids, to keep our terminology good and racist, but this is new. I have to admit it's different.)
PapatymisonN: (I'd hope.)
PapatymisonN: (Also, you don't know insanity it takes to tangle with three people IMing you, INCLUDING YOURSELF.)
PapatymisonN: (*until you
PapatymisonN: )
Lithaladhwen: (....I... see. *scribblescribble*)
Lithaladhwen: (I found a model who looks perfect, so of course I'm all worried now about making it look all accurate and stuffs. Not allowing myself artistic license is going to crack me.)
PapatymisonN: (Have fun. Oh, and I'm finished.)
PapatymisonN: (It's coming your way.)
PapatymisonN wants to send file C:\Documents and Settings\Brian Ford\My Documents\RP\139_TheLastDayofSelrahc.htm.
Lithaladhwen received C:\Documents and Settings\Brian Ford\My Documents\RP\139_TheLastDayofSelrahc.htm.
PapatymisonN: It's nutty. And yeah. Doomed to at least one thing.
PapatymisonN: Charles' name being the last thing on his lips.
PapatymisonN: (Oop!)
Lithaladhwen: (It's okay. I forgive you for your lack of parentheses.)
Lithaladhwen: (This is difficult. I think my drawing hand is racist. It doesn't want to draw black people. This is weird.)
PapatymisonN: (... Uh... Ashley? Why do I have burning toothpicks on my front step? o.o)
Lithaladhwen: (*snort*)
Lithaladhwen: (Wasn't me.)
PapatymisonN: (Uh huh.)
PapatymisonN: (I need to get naked m'self. Off to wash.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
PapatymisonN is away at 8:25:42 PM.
PapatymisonN returned at 8:37:51 PM.
PapatymisonN: (clean!)
Lithaladhwen: (Wow. Another thing that makes me feel pressured? The girl I'm drawing is looking more and more, as I continue to study her and replicate her... like the most beautiful girl ever. And I'm DRAWING this? I'm insane!)
PapatymisonN: (But the good kind of insane.)
Lithaladhwen: (Man... if you thought Dae hated you for think his sister was hot... Donald will KILL you if I do my job right. >_>;;)
Lithaladhwen: (And I will. Eventually. Get it right. Also, I hate emoticons.)
PapatymisonN: (Donald will hate me.)
PapatymisonN: (SELRAHC will chop my damn head off.)
Lithaladhwen: (For thinking his kid is cute?)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah.)
PapatymisonN: (I'm surprised the kid she dated got off so light.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, yeah?)
PapatymisonN: (... yeah. I'm going to say that no kid ever did anything crazy with Selena, because of Don's reputation for... being truly dangerous.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, no. I totally agree.)
Lithaladhwen: (And she's too much of a daddy's girl to sneak around behind his back.0
Lithaladhwen: *)
PapatymisonN: (Smart.)
Lithaladhwen: (Believe me. Her expectations for herself are damned near as high as his. At the very least, they're based on his.)
PapatymisonN: (This would make him a happy and proud papa.)
Lithaladhwen: (She'll pick someone good. Promise.)
Lithaladhwen: (And if he really decides to follow her around, her behavior at Gunnir Academy of all places will reflect that. Her brass rackets partner gets fresh... he gets smacked.)
PapatymisonN: (She's going for sure. Happy llama. What's she going to specialize in?)
Lithaladhwen: (Psychometabolic stuff, some benediction methinks, and hand-to-hand fighting for great justice. Her magic basically helps her beat the shit out of people. But, you know. Only as a last resort. She doesn't like killing people.)
Lithaladhwen: (Especially not now.)
PapatymisonN: (Good.)
Lithaladhwen: (His daughter can defend herself if need be. She doesn't need a weapon. She thinks weapons are less fun.)
PapatymisonN: (She is nothing like Tifa. Again, happy llama.)
Lithaladhwen: (What does Miss Industrial Bra have to do with it?)
PapatymisonN: (She's one of the few female brawlers I know of in games.)
PapatymisonN: (The other ones are all the DoA girls, and Rikku.)
PapatymisonN: (Not exactly sterling role models.)
Lithaladhwen: (Not really. Think... Faye Valentine.)
Lithaladhwen: (Stopping her opponents so that she can put on gloves before beating them into the pavement. Wouldn't want to chip a nail.)
PapatymisonN: (... I'll buy it.)
Lithaladhwen: (*laugh* I keep forgetting the cat-ear thing.)
PapatymisonN: (*patpat*)
PapatymisonN: (... I'm gonna go warm up lasagna. A moment.)
Lithaladhwen: (Also, she's rockin' out the braids because I said so and they look hot.)
PapatymisonN: (... dreadlock style or pippi or white girl in the tropics or what?)
Lithaladhwen: (They have dignity.)
Lithaladhwen: (So... yeah.)
PapatymisonN: (Kay.)
PapatymisonN: (Cuz White Girl In Tropics braids always makes me laugh.)
Lithaladhwen: (When they hang little cowry shells on the ends?)
Lithaladhwen: (Or the little white beads that look like frog eggs?)
PapatymisonN: (When they have them PERIOD.)
PapatymisonN: (I've had two friends go to Caribbean islands and come back with those silly things...)
Lithaladhwen: (Also, Selena's going to look pretty damned human except for the ears. Not like Hideki McKittypants.)
PapatymisonN: (That's about right. She has the same genetic divisions as Pervy.)
Lithaladhwen: (This is mainly because I'm not comfortable enough with her face yet to make it all weird and cattish.)
PapatymisonN: (That's fine and YAY GOO EPISODE OF FOSTER'S IS STARTING FOOD CAN WAIT.)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: (I love Goo SO MUCH.)
PapatymisonN: (She makes me bounce.)
PapatymisonN: (Commercial. Lasagna.)
PapatymisonN: (I return)
Lithaladhwen: (I've made huge progress!)
PapatymisonN: (Excellent!)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, seriously.)
Lithaladhwen: </thing>
PapatymisonN: </thing>