[ not that it's like she minds having the company that still semi compares to the amount of time spent with him back home. ... even if, actually, he'd been more of a ghost back home recently than she'd ever been. it's all good here, tho. (mostly) ]
door to door cosmetics sales lady. like an avon lady.
[Guardian Angel Annie, Annie who had thought of the hands-on-head trick being applied to a woman, a living woman--Annie and her list--Annie, and her hand in his, walking along a dock--
It's weird, for her not to remember. Mitchell tries not to let it matter, like maybe he'll forget, too. He can probably forget.
Anyways. She's not yet thought of combining households, and he's not yet said anything about it--though he's thought it, idly, and that makes him miss George.]
[ Hey whoa, she said find, not talk to. She's practically twirling around him since she'd been so near the door when he came in-- and strutting right back into the kitchen with at least four cups in arms. ]
You still haven't said why. He's just a kid. And I'm -- Not .. dead anymore, but I still have my powers.
Oh, for God's-- [He follows right after her, determined to talk.] Look, he's not just a kid. He's a werewolf, Annie. Or didn't you get that from his whole-- full moon and chickens thing.
[ Cups and toilet visits every hour now that she can drink them again. She'd never drunk so much tea before death, but new habits die hard, apparently. ]
Yeah, thanks I got that.
[ She's turning a frown over her shoulder at him, setting cups into the sink with irritated clinks. ]
And so what? George is a werewolf- Nina as well. And it wasn't like he was suddenly all gung-ho about keeping vampires away. But no, only one of the supernatural types are racist.
[ YES. AHA, SEE? Exactly what she thought. Sneaky little vampire brat. There are very, very few people that Annie hate. One of them is locked up in a jail cell, the other is six doors down from Hell. Anything else is just a strong dislike.
Tough luck. ]
Hm. Well I already said you could have first go at him.
[ She sips at her tea almost pointedly, eyes on her friend still because he's putting up such a fuss about this, really. ]
... On a slightly related note, we really need to talk about your bedside manner anytime I decide to talk to someone on the network.
Because I moved out of the import housing, I was sick of it. Weirdo housemates. Not good weirdo either. I've got a place for the month but it's crap so if you want to do some Christmas house shopping...
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[because he absolutely sees Annie at least once every single day and might hang around her house a slightly exorbitant amount, don't worry about it]
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door to door cosmetics sales lady. like an avon lady.
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It's weird, for her not to remember. Mitchell tries not to let it matter, like maybe he'll forget, too. He can probably forget.
Anyways. She's not yet thought of combining households, and he's not yet said anything about it--though he's thought it, idly, and that makes him miss George.]
They're calling that a real job
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Where are they even expecting you to sell? Heropa?
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OH OKAY well that's happening. is it someone we know? is it dressing up? we should dress up. oh god hallowe'en is in two days isn't it
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aka Mitchell just coming in.]
I mean it, Annie. That guy's no one you want t' be talking to. I'm not just saying that.
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You still haven't said why. He's just a kid. And I'm -- Not .. dead anymore, but I still have my powers.
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Oh, for God's-- [He follows right after her, determined to talk.] Look, he's not just a kid. He's a werewolf, Annie. Or didn't you get that from his whole-- full moon and chickens thing.
Jesus, it's like amateur night.
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Yeah, thanks I got that.
[ She's turning a frown over her shoulder at him, setting cups into the sink with irritated clinks. ]
And so what? George is a werewolf- Nina as well. And it wasn't like he was suddenly all gung-ho about keeping vampires away. But no, only one of the supernatural types are racist.
[ Oh she is fussy today. ]
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Tough luck. ]
Hm. Well I already said you could have first go at him.
[ She sips at her tea almost pointedly, eyes on her friend still because he's putting up such a fuss about this, really. ]
... On a slightly related note, we really need to talk about your bedside manner anytime I decide to talk to someone on the network.
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I've got a day off tomorrow. We can start then.
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Oh yeah I forgot to say, I've got someone staying with me. Just as a favour, she's not a housemate.
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