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Our Lady of Fandom; Sunday [ 12/17 ]
Chrono couldn't help but scratch his head a bit. "Rosette, do I want to know why this habit has been cut up like this?"
From where she was stretched out in a pew, one arm drapped over her eyes, Rosette groaned. So...many...drinks last night. She shook her head lightly, avoided the question. "We should really get the ladders out and take all those foam arrows off the statues..."
Even just casting his eyes upward toward the statues made Chrono's neck and back ache. The thought of carrying the ladders, climbing them, reaching up to clean things reminded him of a much worse pain. He grunted. "Can't we leave them? They look, uhh...festive."
That didn't sound like Chrono at all. Frowning, Rosette clawed her hand on the back of the pew to help her up, and she looked at him. He turned his head toward her; blue eyes failed to meet red, because they met, instead, a strange wall between them that hadn't been there yesterday. Chrono turned away first, which eventually drew Rosette's eyes away.
"I'll go make some tea," he offered, heading for the basement.
"Yeah...tea," Rosette frowned at the floor. Maybe she'd just imagined it. Maybe it was just the hangover messing with her. "Tea's good."
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From where she was stretched out in a pew, one arm drapped over her eyes, Rosette groaned. So...many...drinks last night. She shook her head lightly, avoided the question. "We should really get the ladders out and take all those foam arrows off the statues..."
Even just casting his eyes upward toward the statues made Chrono's neck and back ache. The thought of carrying the ladders, climbing them, reaching up to clean things reminded him of a much worse pain. He grunted. "Can't we leave them? They look, uhh...festive."
That didn't sound like Chrono at all. Frowning, Rosette clawed her hand on the back of the pew to help her up, and she looked at him. He turned his head toward her; blue eyes failed to meet red, because they met, instead, a strange wall between them that hadn't been there yesterday. Chrono turned away first, which eventually drew Rosette's eyes away.
"I'll go make some tea," he offered, heading for the basement.
"Yeah...tea," Rosette frowned at the floor. Maybe she'd just imagined it. Maybe it was just the hangover messing with her. "Tea's good."
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"Hello?"
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There was a sound from one of the doors to the side, the sound of rattling and struggling and threatening to fall, followed by a curse, and then another, and still yet a third. Rosette's eyes grew a little wide and then chuckled a bit nervously. Chrono must have been in a bad mood today if he was swearing; he never swore. "That would be the tea." She hurried over to the door to help Chrono open it. "You'll have some tea, won't you? You have to have tea, actually. You're British."
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She took a quick sip of her tea, and continued on with her other responses. "And should you, the Doctor, have the stethoscope? What'ya need two hearts for, anyway? Isn't that a little...supler...supflero...isn't that a little excessive?"
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"Oh, but even this is helping a lot," she told him. "Even just having visitors is a grand, exciting event around here, even if its just to have tea and discuss redecorating ideas. And then there's the gift. That'll definately help the boughts of quiet later on."
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Rosette shook her head a moment, and sipped at her tea. "Pinball machine?"
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