Good Morning Meme.

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"If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?"

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[abitbison.livejournal.com]

Not all of us live in house that...

[He blinks, looking out the window before looking back at Adelle, then back out the window. His voice rising to near a shrill.]

WATER! OCEAN?! What! I SLEEP IN THE WEDGE ROOM! sure its nice and cool and enclosed but OCEAN!

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

How do you think they enticed me to the States, of all places? Not that there's anything wrong with your country. You do have real beaches, and weather that doesn't permanently fall within degrees of being miserable.

[She gets out of bed, turns her back on him, and hastily pulls on the previous night's clothing. She wouldn't dream of wearing anything clean just now. She'd like to spend a few hours in the shower first, scrubbing off layers of skin.]

I don't recall telling you to make yourself at home. [Stop poking around and touching things.]

THIS ME TAGGING YOU WHILE YOUR RANTING ABOUT ME NOT TAGGING.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

[Forgive him. He still stuck on the water thing]

Jesus. I know Rossums pays for well. Didn't think it was "the Hills" well.

Hey...

Why do you have swords on the wall.

And a picture of Victor?

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

You should meet my neighbours, the Real Housewives of Orange County.

Those aren't swords, they're fencing sabres. Don't touch.

[It's not Victor, it's Roger. She scowls a little, quite surly at having her personal life scrutinized.]

That -- I should have taken down, quite some time ago. I'm not home much. You may have noticed.

I'm calling a car for you.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

Is it going to be driven by Victor in a little drivers cap?

[He blinked as he looked over at her. His eyes went wide as he recalled he's still only wearing boxers. He scrambled to find more of his clothes. Pants and a sweatervest. But no shirt. He puts its on anyway. He looks laughable. His scrawny arms poking out of the vest]

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

That's one awfully expensive way to get you the Hell out of my house.

I don't have any chauffeur fantasies to play out. [Her clothes are rumpled and she has bed hair, but at least it's a whole outfit.]

You look ridiculous. Find your shirt. I'm not returning it to you at work. People will talk. And by people, I mean Judith.