008//Dictated

[nothingtobelieve]

Someone's been redecorating the lawn.

[Which was something of an understatement given everything that was going on out there. There's a pause as a door creaks open.]

...and my room, it seems.

[Not that pulled back curtains and an open window really counted as 'redecorating,' but if he'd wanted fresh air and sunlight, he would have done it himself. He certainly doesn't sound happy about the intrusion.]

Related to the invitations, I take it.

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[both_neither]

I found mine in the coffee maker...

What happened to your room?

[nothingtobelieve]

...unconventional. Mine was under the door.

[There's a pause as he thinks of a way to phrase this that doesn't sound juvenile]

Things have been rearranged.

[both_neither]

Rearranged? What...did they make a mess?

[nothingtobelieve]

...no.

[Just... moved things. He doesn't like that.]

[both_neither]

[lol but he's curioussssss.]

Oh, come on, what did they do? Mismatch your suits?

[nothingtobelieve]

What they did isn't important.

[both_neither]

If you say so. [verbal eye-rolling]

So...are you going?

[nothingtobelieve]

I haven't decided.

[Hasn't really even thought about it, though he has no real objection to these sorts of social events.]

[both_neither]

[Gren doesn't either, exactly, though he holds the castle suspect. On the other hand...]

Could be interesting.

[nothingtobelieve]

It's possible.

[If nothing else, it might be interesting to attend when business wasn't a part of the hidden agenda.]

[both_neither]

So...let's go then. We can watch each other's back, at least.

[nothingtobelieve]

If you'd like.

[Since it doesn't matter... though he is letting Gren drag him around to things an awful lot.]

[both_neither]

[shut up you like it]

Guess I'll have to find a mask.

[nothingtobelieve]

[maaaaaybe]

I'm sure you'll manage.

[Gren was creative, after all.]

[both_neither]

I guess. Will you need help finding yours?

[nothingtobelieve]

I'll find something.

[It wasn't as if he were going to be terribly picky about it, anyway.]

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[kidwiththeleash]

Your room, too?

It must be those... Faries, whatever they are, I saw this morning.

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[nothingtobelieve]

...faries?

[That sounds a little ridiculous to him.]

[kidwiththeleash]

That's what they remind me of, anyway. From stories.

[She knows it does, even to her. But magical creatures aren't out of the realm of existence here.]

They didn't mess up anything that was yours, did they?

[nothingtobelieve]

[He doesn't know what to make of that, so he'll just skip commenting on it and move on to what he does have an answer for.]

Someone moved things.

[He's not quite ready to attribute it to faries, though.]

[kidwiththeleash]

[In this sort of place, Integra knows not to leave anything out, even if it is weird.]

I'm sorry, were you able to find them yet?

[nothingtobelieve]

Yes. They were just rearranged.

[The faries didn't like his decorating, apparently. Or maybe they thought they were doing him a favor.]

[kidwiththeleash]

At least they did not take them. [Oh man, now she is worried about her own things though...]

[nothingtobelieve]

They would have been sorry if they had.

[Because theft was not something he was going to tolerate, even from supernatural creatures.]

[kidwiththeleash]

Coming from you, I could believe it.

[It is a simple statement of fact. She remembered him teaching the class at that camp they ended up at, and helping with her stance.]

Did you receive an invitation as well?

[nothingtobelieve]

Yes. It seems everyone did.

[Or the vast majority. He hadn't seen any comments otherwise.]