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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:30 pm
Unfortunately, Beatrix took Eliot's words entirely the wrong way. Or possibly fortunately, since she immediately relaxed. "Despite my hideous and ghoulish appearance currently, Mr. Rose, I can assure you that once upon a time I was fairly attractive," she said with good humour. Obviously he hadn't been inexpertly flirting with her. "Thank you for your honesty in that area, though. I can also assure you that the 'feeling wanted' feeling lasts around ten minutes with Jacoba, whereupon it wears off. If you're feeling paternal, I suggest you get a goldfish. They're much less stress and show much more affection."
Jacoba let out wicked chuckles. "I's gonna pee on your shoe!" she chirped delightedly at Harper. "At school! I's go. Wif you. Tomorrows."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:37 pm
"You aren't big enough." Harper reminded her, glancing down at his shoe, "If you pee on me I'll.." He paused, thinking what he could possibly do in return. He couldn't very well pee on her back now, could he!? "I'll put your head in toilet and flush it then stick you in the garbage so it sticks to your wet icky hair!" He decided, with a triumphant nod. He had absentmindedly started walking away from the adults and toward the grass, wondering if anyone would notice.
Eliot stared at her blankly for a couple of seconds. Oh, why not go with it. "Well, you know what always makes a girl feel really pretty?" He began, needless to say still grinning, he pushed himself away from his car toward her. Someone just... needed to stop him, now, while he was ahead. "And it isn't goldfish."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:44 pm
Jacoba immediately got distracted. Harper was bigger now: surely they could accomplish more stuff than they had as toddlers. "Lessgo," she said immediately, looking up expectantly and pointing into the middle distance. If he had had reins, she would have snapped them. He could take her places! "To DISNEYLWAND. OK go now, go go."
Beatrix was too bemused to notice that Jacoba and Harper had started to wander off; she tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. Maybe Mr. Rose desired girl advice. Then again, he was a musician. Possibly he was gay and about to make some kind of commentary on her twinset. Really, she dressed fairly stylishly before Jacoba had come along. She just needed to get better clothes out of her closet. "Chanel?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:51 pm
"Disneyland?" Harper asked, skeptical. "I can't walk that far!" He told her, as he stepped onto the grass and considered trying to pry her off him. She'd just wail and latch on to him again before he could get away, he thought, so that was pointless. "I'll take you back into school." He decided, looking once more at their parents before heading back to the schools doors.
"What? Ah, no." Eliot frowned and shook his head, trying to get himself back in concentration. "Company. Well, I mean like, company. You know, male company? If you have the time, me and you can go someplace, have some fun." He did his best to make that sound mostly as innocent as possible, only letting the words 'company' sound totally inappropriate and suggestive at the same time. Blond, 'blind,' single mothers... easy score, totally!
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:15 pm
Beatrix's expression did not change. She pulled the bandage down to her neck. In all actuality, she really was austerely beautiful; it was ruined more than a little, though, by her bone-white paleness and the jagged black stitches holding her eyelids together. Little sunsets were daubed on her eyelids, sinking down into eerie blue seas. "Not unless you shagged like you were on steroids for eight hours straight, which I somehow doubt," she said, regretting the possible ensuing sexual harrassment case immediately. Heartened by the fact that Eliot wasn't Harper's legal guardian, Bea tugged the bandage up back over her eyes. "'Blind', not 'desperate', Mr. Rose. I also doubt you could handle me, as I am on good authority an unbelievably amazingly hot babe. Now, if you'll excuse me, Harper has run off with my daughter."
She spun on her high heels and marched off in Harper's direction. "Hometime, Jacoba," she said, and eased her out of the younger boy's arms. "Thank you for watching her, Harper. Very impressive."
"Noooooo," Jacoba wailed. "Gonna go's school an' DISNEYLWAND."
"Not on my watch," said her mother, and picked up the baby sling again. Before she could get totally out of Harper's personal space, Jacoba seized on putting her fiendish plan into action: she leant forward and gave him a very sloppy kiss on the cheek, showing cruelty and cleverness both. Her mother would never put her in trouble for a kiss. A SECRET HATE-FILLED ACIDIC COOTIES KISS.
"COOTIES," she shrieked happily. "GOTCHA. YOU DIE OFS CANCERS."
She went into the sling quite happily after that. "I'll see you in mathematics class, Harper," said Beatrix, and walked briskly in the opposite direction. Jace sniggered at Harper until she was out of sight.
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