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Tuesday 4 March 2014

a conversation i found while perusing the comments (RP stuff. but meh )


 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*continues scribbling on the clipboard*
*mutters something about flowers*
*then glances up*
. . . Damn. There's so much furniture on the road I can hardly think. Must be rush hour.
February 28, 2014 at 10:45 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
*nods*
I do suppose that is one downside to living in this area.

February 28, 2014 at 10:47 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
I agree. Oz has been pressuring me to buy a mushroom chair. You know, one of those cup-like, modern things? But I'm happy with my old wing-back armchair.
*returns to writing*

February 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
...

Well. I have always been partial to walking.

February 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*shrugs*
Walking's all well and good, I suppose, but it's achingly slow.

February 28, 2014 at 10:50 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
Well. You are entitled to your opinion, I suppose.

February 28, 2014 at 10:52 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
As you are entitled to yours.

February 28, 2014 at 10:53 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
Indeed.

February 28, 2014 at 10:53 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
Quite.
*finishes whatever he's been scribbling on his clipboard*
*examines it*
*then nods in a self-satisfied way*

February 28, 2014 at 10:55 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
*resists the urge to peer over at Mr. Armitage's work*

*digs around in one of his many pockets*

Harrumph, never conveniently found when one needs it...

February 28, 2014 at 10:58 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*glances at Sir*
*holds out pen*
Need a pen? I don't need it anymore.

February 28, 2014 at 10:59 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
Hm? Oh, worry not, I hardly need a pen.

*digs around for a bit more*
Hrm. Oh, blast it all.
*a short, muffled shriek comes from one of his pockets, and he withdraws a paper bag*

Much better.

February 28, 2014 at 11:05 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*raises an eyebrow*
*wonders if he should say something*
*decides against it*
*he's Precocious's friend, after all*
*he doesn't want to offend him*

February 28, 2014 at 11:09 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
*sighs, and opens the bag, which is full of breadcrumbs*

*smiles slightly*
Honestly, times like these make me feel rather old.

February 28, 2014 at 11:13 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*raises eyebrows in surprise*
If it's not impolite to ask, how so?

*a few birds land on the asphalt a few yards away*

February 28, 2014 at 11:14 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
*pauses thoughtfully*

Well. I suppose that depends upon one's point of view.

*tosses a few breadcrumbs near the birds*
*watches as they rapidly make the food disappear*

February 28, 2014 at 11:17 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*thoughtfully watches the birds*
. . . I don't suppose I've ever felt old. Not really. I mean, it's not like my memory's bust, like Doctor's, or I'm starting to get tired, like Oz.

*gazes at the birds*
*and his mind goes to a dark place*
*shrugs vaguely*
But, what do I know?

February 28, 2014 at 11:20 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
I would hazard a guess that you know quite a bit, Mr. Armitage. 

In any case, consider yourself fortunate. You do not have to be weighed down by ideas as trivial as your own mortality.

February 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*look at Sir*
Are you often troubled by such thoughts?

February 28, 2014 at 11:25 PM
 Sir Reingington said...
*smiles sadly*

Mr. Armitage, take a look around you. Everyone in Blogland has some sort of tragic background, or is tortured in some way.

Why would I be any different?

*stands up, and sets the paper bag of breadcrumbs on the park bench*

Well, I suppose I should take my leave. It was a pleasure, Mr. Armitage.

I suppose I shall see you at the wedding, then.

*walks off, narrowly avoiding a small stool*

February 28, 2014 at 11:27 PM
 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...
*watches him go*

. . . I suppose you shall.

*ponders Sir for a moment*
*then pushes him from his mind*

*sets down the clipboard*
*picks up the bag*
*and begins to feed the birds*

February 28, 2014 at 11:30 PM

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