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chosehumanity) wrote2012-03-29 01:00 pm
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Honolulu Heights, Thursday Morning
It had taken Mitchell time to track down Daisy. He had only set off to do it after the first rushes of joy at Annie's return had faded - really, he'd rather not have done it, but he knew a deal when he heard one.
And Lia had been very... specific.
Now, though, he had a good lead on where she was. It'd be something of a drive - an hour or two out - but the vampire he'd shaken up for it had been very clear. So. Now the question remained:
How do you tell an old friend that the beyond had it in for you? And how do you get them to listen?
Especially when they were Daisy.
So, walking back into the house that morning, Mitchell chose a technique that would let him handle it.
Procrastination.
"Oh. Reruns."
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And Lia had been very... specific.
Now, though, he had a good lead on where she was. It'd be something of a drive - an hour or two out - but the vampire he'd shaken up for it had been very clear. So. Now the question remained:
How do you tell an old friend that the beyond had it in for you? And how do you get them to listen?
Especially when they were Daisy.
So, walking back into the house that morning, Mitchell chose a technique that would let him handle it.
Procrastination.
"Oh. Reruns."
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It would aid his support strategy considerably to know the answer to this question.
... inasmuch as he ever had a strategy.
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They'd failed spectacularly a few times so she had her reservations, but she was hoping for the best.
"But it's a long term thing, and she just went there two days ago. It's gonna take a while for them to even seriously get started."
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Like he did that anywhere near often. That's why they had Annie and George's OCD.
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She liked him, but, really.
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There was a question in there. Not so much about seeing George but about Moosh's well-being.
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That was more of an answer to that unspoken question, yeah. She also sounded a tad more subdued than she had.
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He sagged back on the sofa. "What happened?"
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Not that there was a good time for anyone to have a fatal accident, but still.
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Without veiling the question this time.
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Lionel wasn't going to do that. "I know. I'm sticking around so he doesn't have to do it alone, or uproot his whole life when he's still dealing."
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He rapped his fingers on his knee.
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She just hoped that was good enough. She felt like she'd been ignoring him for the past few months, and maybe she felt a little guilty for that, too.
"He needs to get out of this house, though. I mean, once he finishes high school."
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Joking. Mostly.
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