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paradisa2012-01-20 01:32 am
waterbends) wrote in paradisa2012-01-20 01:32 am
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[Katara has never had issue with the beds in Paradisa. They were warm, comfortable, but as snug and content as she is in the blankets, she can sense that there’s something maybe just a little off. There’s pressure against her arm and side - something is cuddling her.
Momo isn’t in Paradisa. So what in the world —
She shifts just a little, groggily opening her eyes and looking to the side.
Oh. It was Joshua.
Joshua was cuddling her. Of course.]
[Katara flings herself back, knocking her journal off of the bedside table — and this is where it begins transmitting. She screams.]
What are you doing in my room? What are you doing in my bed? [Her voice just gets shriller and shriller.] Out, out, out, out, out!
[ And while anyone listening might expect just as loud of a reaction (After all this is a rather commonplace scenario here, isn't it?) from whoever is invading the poor girl's bed, instead there's just a soft grunt of irritation. He's half-asleep and not placing the voice, but the shriek sure sounds familiar. He mutters groggily, ]
Huh, Langley...?
Joshua?!
[Another shuffling sound, and the sound abruptly stops as Katara scoops the journal off the floor.]
Momo isn’t in Paradisa. So what in the world —
She shifts just a little, groggily opening her eyes and looking to the side.
Oh. It was Joshua.
Joshua was cuddling her. Of course.]
[Katara flings herself back, knocking her journal off of the bedside table — and this is where it begins transmitting. She screams.]
What are you doing in my room? What are you doing in my bed? [Her voice just gets shriller and shriller.] Out, out, out, out, out!
[ And while anyone listening might expect just as loud of a reaction (After all this is a rather commonplace scenario here, isn't it?) from whoever is invading the poor girl's bed, instead there's just a soft grunt of irritation. He's half-asleep and not placing the voice, but the shriek sure sounds familiar. He mutters groggily, ]
Huh, Langley...?
Joshua?!
[Another shuffling sound, and the sound abruptly stops as Katara scoops the journal off the floor.]
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But really, this is some sort of loss. I can't get out.
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Now Langley, don't go spreading rumors. That's beyond rude. I never manhandled you.
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Oh? Am I hurting your feelings?
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But yeah, thanks.
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Hm? Don't be ridiculous. But your bad manners are going to come back to haunt you one of these days.
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If you were a spy, you could never do undercover work. Especially not at a gala.
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My apologies, then.
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Thank you.
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Don't be surprised over Langley's difficult nature. She's a self-serving individual, for her own reasons. She doesn't just act like that towards me. There's only one person she seems to be able to tolerate for very long.
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So who wins that award? Prince Zuko?
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