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[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

[Swallows thickly.] Ex -- Ahem. Excuse me?

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[acadaemics.livejournal.com]

Yes, hello! Tiny little mouse lady.

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Hello? Erm. [Eep. Okay, so it's a little more intimidating now that she has his full attention -- if he could just do that without looking directly at her, that would be wonderful -- but she won't be deterred! At least not yet.]

I - I'm sorry to bother you. It's just -- Erm. [Edges a little closer and peers around his boots to look in the direction that, until a moment ago, she'd been walking. That is until he parked his TARDIS in her way.]

Secret of NIMH!!!! OMG! ♥

[unfallen]

[The Angel looks down to where he heard the voice. When he sees the mouse, he crouches down so he's close to her.]

Why, Mrs. Brisby, what are you doing here?

I had a craving :3

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

[She scrambles back a few paces, all but tripping over the tattered hem of her shawl.] I was just -- You -- You know who I am?

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

[Cants her head to the side, her nose wrinkling in confusion. What on earth?] I beg your pardon?

[Evidently, she doesn't speak squirrel.]

[vicki-pallister.livejournal.com]

[Vicki starts at the voice coming from below her before she glances down.] O-Oh. Erm... a talking mouse. Yes, can I help you?

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Well, as matter of fact... [She usually doesn't like to take liberties, especially when it involves having to deal with humans but, in this case, she really doesn't see any other way around it.]

[Mrs. Brisby scrambles around her feet -- and prays that Vicki'll mind where she steps in the meantime -- pausing to inspect something near her heel.] I'm sorry, it's just -- You're standing on the door.

[just-west.livejournal.com]

[Edmund is, of course, no stranger to talking mice. What confuses him is why this one is so little, but he supposes there has to be vertically challenged specimens of every species. He smiles gently.] Hullo there, miss.

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Yes, hello, I -- Erm. Hmm. [Oh, this won't do at all. He's so tall that she doubts he'll be able to hear her from all the way up there.]

[Edges closer and gives the cuff of his trousers a cautious tug, waving him closer.] Could - could you come down here for a moment? Please?

[dealwiththedeva.livejournal.com]

[Impmon peers down to where he hears the voice coming from. Being only about the size of a human toddler himself, he soon spots the mouse.]

Yeah? What can I do ya for, mousy?

Didn't remember Impmon until this moment!

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's nothing, really. I just wanted to - to ask -- Erm. [She hurries past him to pick up a grape that someone must have dropped.] Is this yours?

1/2

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Looks around, then glances downwards. She looks confused for a moment]

Talking mouse?

2/2

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief pause before Ed drops down onto all fours to talk to Mrs. Brisby as if there's nothing unusual about this]

Hi-hi!

[acadaemics.livejournal.com]

Yes, hello! Tiny little mouse lady.

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Hello? Erm. [Eep. Okay, so it's a little more intimidating now that she has his full attention -- if he could just do that without looking directly at her, that would be wonderful -- but she won't be deterred! At least not yet.]

I - I'm sorry to bother you. It's just -- Erm. [Edges a little closer and peers around his boots to look in the direction that, until a moment ago, she'd been walking. That is until he parked his TARDIS in her way.]

Secret of NIMH!!!! OMG! ♥

[unfallen]

[The Angel looks down to where he heard the voice. When he sees the mouse, he crouches down so he's close to her.]

Why, Mrs. Brisby, what are you doing here?

I had a craving :3

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

[She scrambles back a few paces, all but tripping over the tattered hem of her shawl.] I was just -- You -- You know who I am?

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

[Cants her head to the side, her nose wrinkling in confusion. What on earth?] I beg your pardon?

[Evidently, she doesn't speak squirrel.]

[vicki-pallister.livejournal.com]

[Vicki starts at the voice coming from below her before she glances down.] O-Oh. Erm... a talking mouse. Yes, can I help you?

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Well, as matter of fact... [She usually doesn't like to take liberties, especially when it involves having to deal with humans but, in this case, she really doesn't see any other way around it.]

[Mrs. Brisby scrambles around her feet -- and prays that Vicki'll mind where she steps in the meantime -- pausing to inspect something near her heel.] I'm sorry, it's just -- You're standing on the door.

[just-west.livejournal.com]

[Edmund is, of course, no stranger to talking mice. What confuses him is why this one is so little, but he supposes there has to be vertically challenged specimens of every species. He smiles gently.] Hullo there, miss.

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Yes, hello, I -- Erm. Hmm. [Oh, this won't do at all. He's so tall that she doubts he'll be able to hear her from all the way up there.]

[Edges closer and gives the cuff of his trousers a cautious tug, waving him closer.] Could - could you come down here for a moment? Please?

[dealwiththedeva.livejournal.com]

[Impmon peers down to where he hears the voice coming from. Being only about the size of a human toddler himself, he soon spots the mouse.]

Yeah? What can I do ya for, mousy?

Didn't remember Impmon until this moment!

[wearsthestone.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's nothing, really. I just wanted to - to ask -- Erm. [She hurries past him to pick up a grape that someone must have dropped.] Is this yours?

1/2

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Looks around, then glances downwards. She looks confused for a moment]

Talking mouse?

2/2

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief pause before Ed drops down onto all fours to talk to Mrs. Brisby as if there's nothing unusual about this]

Hi-hi!