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[witchsson]

Okay, just... hang on, start again.

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regular verse :3

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

That's your tax refund. How is that difficult to understand?

lmao

[witchsson]

[ It is quite difficult, Vance, because this looks like he's being given back entirely too much money. You've probably done something, he knows it. He is suspicious. ]

I know what it is.

[ Irritating man. ]

I just -- never mind.

[ You know what, not worth the energy. He's just going to sigh and turn away back into his house, squinting at the piece of paper suspiciously like there's a catch he'll notice if he looks hard enough. ]

Are you coming in, then?

<3

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[He just smiles. Amused by the reaction.]

I could use a coffee. Yes.

[witchsson]

Then close the door behind you.

[ The house itself is even emptier than before now, but with an undercoat of paint starting to cover up the fire damage at least -- a few flecks of it on Aidan himself. No matter how much money you give him, he still seems to stubbornly stay the same -- doing things himself and hardly buying anything. He paces through to the kitchen, putting the central counter between himself and Vance as he sets some water boiling. Scrubbing his hair back he sets the piece of paper aside, shoots a level stare over at Vance. ]

You wanna know if I've looked into Asenka's ring.

[ It's a statement, rather than a question. Vance isn't the type for small talk, and he doesn't believe he'd invite himself in unless he wanted something. ]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You have two sides, one out in the field and one in.

Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out.

When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side that’s been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out.

Sometimes you get men still in and not out.

When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in.

There are two men called umpires who stay out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.

When both sides have been in and all the men have out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!

[ He probably realizes at this point that she's just being ridiculous again. ]

[witchsson]

[ ... Ye-es... He certainly... isn't convinced this is an attempt at a serious explanation... ]

I think I give up...

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She laughs brightly, wiping an errant fleck of paint that spattered onto her cheek away with the sleeve of her shirt. You didn't think she'd let you do all the repairwork on the house yourself, now did you? ]

Oh, thank heaven for that because I have no idea how to actually explain cricket.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

You better just read it (http://www.brainbashers.com/showpuzzles.asp?puzzle=ZEEF) yourself.

[witchsson]

[ ... Right. He sets down his paintbrush and reads with a... slowly increasing frown. Why... do all these horses... have such weird names... Why is he reading this... ]

Well... The Zebra one wins, right?

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*poor Aidan.*

I dunno yet. It's easier if you use pieces of paper as the horses ...

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Ed looks a little frustrated, she's just stealing your microwave, JEEZ!]

Edward. Is. Taking. This.

[She holds the microwave above her head and rattles it slightly. The look on her face makes it clear that this is not a question. She is, however, a little kid, and pretty easy to thwart.]

[witchsson]

[ ... Ooookay. So he did hear you right, then. ]

... What for?

[ Notice his question is not 'why are you in my house', and neither is he stopping you -- he's just... legitimately quite confused right now. ]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Yes. Ed seems to think that's nothing unusual about absconding with his microwave]

Very important plans. Edward needs the fan and the door spring and...

[She pushes the door of the oven closed and examines the appliance for a second]

Other stuff.

regular verse :3

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

That's your tax refund. How is that difficult to understand?

lmao

[witchsson]

[ It is quite difficult, Vance, because this looks like he's being given back entirely too much money. You've probably done something, he knows it. He is suspicious. ]

I know what it is.

[ Irritating man. ]

I just -- never mind.

[ You know what, not worth the energy. He's just going to sigh and turn away back into his house, squinting at the piece of paper suspiciously like there's a catch he'll notice if he looks hard enough. ]

Are you coming in, then?

<3

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[He just smiles. Amused by the reaction.]

I could use a coffee. Yes.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You have two sides, one out in the field and one in.

Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out.

When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side that’s been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out.

Sometimes you get men still in and not out.

When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in.

There are two men called umpires who stay out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.

When both sides have been in and all the men have out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!

[ He probably realizes at this point that she's just being ridiculous again. ]

[witchsson]

[ ... Ye-es... He certainly... isn't convinced this is an attempt at a serious explanation... ]

I think I give up...

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She laughs brightly, wiping an errant fleck of paint that spattered onto her cheek away with the sleeve of her shirt. You didn't think she'd let you do all the repairwork on the house yourself, now did you? ]

Oh, thank heaven for that because I have no idea how to actually explain cricket.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

You better just read it (http://www.brainbashers.com/showpuzzles.asp?puzzle=ZEEF) yourself.

[witchsson]

[ ... Right. He sets down his paintbrush and reads with a... slowly increasing frown. Why... do all these horses... have such weird names... Why is he reading this... ]

Well... The Zebra one wins, right?

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*poor Aidan.*

I dunno yet. It's easier if you use pieces of paper as the horses ...

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Ed looks a little frustrated, she's just stealing your microwave, JEEZ!]

Edward. Is. Taking. This.

[She holds the microwave above her head and rattles it slightly. The look on her face makes it clear that this is not a question. She is, however, a little kid, and pretty easy to thwart.]

[witchsson]

[ ... Ooookay. So he did hear you right, then. ]

... What for?

[ Notice his question is not 'why are you in my house', and neither is he stopping you -- he's just... legitimately quite confused right now. ]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Yes. Ed seems to think that's nothing unusual about absconding with his microwave]

Very important plans. Edward needs the fan and the door spring and...

[She pushes the door of the oven closed and examines the appliance for a second]

Other stuff.