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Post by evander quincy rosemont on May 20, 2012 10:42:33 GMT -5
Evander grinned. "He is a scholar. How do you think he got to be cat king? He didn't just sit around waiting for it all to come to him. He was valedictorian cat of his class in cat school."
It wasn't often that Evander spoke out loud the things he fantasized that his cat was, but he felt like Juliette could somehow appreciate it, what with her previous crazying.
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Post by juliette eliza bloom on May 20, 2012 12:45:48 GMT -5
"Naturally," she said, nodding seriously. She kept her face straight for a few seconds before she had to giggle. She did appreciate his cat ramblings--if she had her own cat, she was certain she would feel the same way about it.
"What kind of cat is he? I mean, of course he is a lion in his soul, but on the outside?" Because lions are the KING OF CATS. |
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Post by evander quincy rosemont on May 20, 2012 23:17:46 GMT -5
"He's a grey persian," Evander said, pulling out his wallet and showing her a photograph. "But we should probably get to studying if we're both going to ace this quiz. Because I'll keep talking about Osthanes for hours if you let me and then we won't get anywhere." |
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Post by juliette eliza bloom on May 20, 2012 23:19:18 GMT -5
"Aww!" Juliette squealed, pressing her fingers to her mouth. "He looks so grumpy!" She giggled, but at his words, she bit her lip to try and sober up from the giggles.
"Right. Of course." She lifted her notebook. "Do you want to compare notes?" |
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Post by evander quincy rosemont on May 20, 2012 23:21:39 GMT -5
"He always looks that way, because in his eyes, we're all peasants and he is our ruler," Evander said with a grin, stuffing the photo back into his wallet and looking down at Juliette's notebook.
"Sure," he said. "Here's hoping you can read mine. Oh, and forgive the doodles," he added with a little shuffling of his papers in front of other papers to hide some drawings in the margins. |
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Post by juliette eliza bloom on May 20, 2012 23:24:05 GMT -5
Juliette giggled again, but pressed her lips together as quickly as she could to stop.
At his remark, she went pfft and gestured at her own notes. "Because I haven't doodled at--your doodles are so much better than mine." Not thinking about what she was doing, she pulled his notebook over and looked over it, fascinated. "I am so jealous--except I wouldn't draw this bird." |
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Post by evander quincy rosemont on May 20, 2012 23:32:00 GMT -5
Evander followed Juliette's finger to a medium-sized drawing of a dead bird that he'd done last lecture.
"Oh, well, that's more of a still-life margin doodle," he explained. "I saw it outside the window and it was infinitely more interesting than having the results of the stamford prison experiment re-phrased to us for the third time. It was still sort of pretty, and being dead meant it didn't... move... so I could draw it?" |
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Post by juliette eliza bloom on May 20, 2012 23:34:23 GMT -5
Juliette eyed him, lips pursed as though she couldn't decide whether or not to grin or just ignore what was going on entirely.
"Oh...yes. That makes...sense." She smiled, a forced sort of smile, and then burst into giggles. She scooted her chair closed to his, this time with no malfunctions, and leaned toward him whilst still looking at the book. "What about this?" she asked, pointing to a monstery type doodley thing. |
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Post by evander quincy rosemont on May 20, 2012 23:42:33 GMT -5
Evander looked at her as she scooted over, then took another cupcake, looking where she pointed as he bit into it.
"That's Sir Glaargh of the Goologs. They're monsters who live in all the forests and can make themselves as flat as the ground you walk on. They turn themselves into paths and when you're not paying attention, they lead you astray so that you can never go back the way you've come. But when they don't look like dirt, they look like that."
He normally didn't share the stupid things he made up in his head so easily, but she actually seemed interested and he was enjoying her company. |
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Post by juliette eliza bloom on May 20, 2012 23:50:46 GMT -5
Juliette nodded along, grinning and perusing the rest of his drawings. She wanted to ask about each one individually now, but that would have taken forever and she didn't want to seem too eager. After all, she was already crazy--there was no need to add "creepy" to her list of turn-offs.
"That sounds very dangerous," she said, nodding appreciatively. "Do you write?" |
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