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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]



Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

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[takethat]

[A shrug; trying to hide that fond smile from Trucy probably isn't working out so well.]

He's not as nasty as he tries to make himself seem.

[magicalwright]

But why does he try to make himself seem nasty?

[takethat]

That's... a long story, and one I'm still not sure I know all the pieces of...

[magicalwright]

Dark back story, right?

Can I get you anything, Daddy?

[takethat]

[That earns a laugh]

No, I'm good, thanks... You know, you're pretty good at that. Guessing what people are thinking, or.... whatever.

[magicalwright]

I've had a lot of practice at it! Especially in court now!

[takethat]

You... go to court, do you?

[magicalwright]

Somebody has to cheer Polly on! Otherwise, he'd get flustered by Mr. Gavin!

[takethat]

I just can't get over not knowing who any of these people are... and you not knowing Miles, either.

[The temptation to ask more about the future is strong, but he refrains. For now.]

[magicalwright]

You'll meet them soon enough! [ ha ha ha sob She doesn't want Phoenix to meet them, especially not Mr. Gavin. Klavier means that case. If Phoenix is paying attention, he might catch the small hesitation as she straightens her diamond pin. ]

Then you could be all mysterious and tell them you already know all about them!

You could be really cool, Daddy!

[takethat]

[He'll pick up on the hesitation, but not quite be able to place it; he writes it off as some residual awkwardness between the two of them and their different time periods.

It's easier to laugh than worry, anyway.]

What do you mean I "could be" cool? I'm very cool!

[magicalwright]

Are spikes cool back in the old days then?

[takethat]

If I say yes, will you believe me?

[magicalwright]

I'd know you were lying anyway, so no! Sorry, Daddy. Can't get anything past a master of perception! [ Apollo's better and she knows Phoenix too well, but w/e w/e master. ]

[takethat]

...I object to that statement.

[He smiles slyly.]

[magicalwright]

You object? To which part? [ :| ]

[takethat]

To the part about nothing getting by you!

[magicalwright]

You don't get anything by me! You can't!

[takethat]

So does that mean you've figured out what I've been hiding, then?

[magicalwright]

... [ That's not fair. :( ]

Is this the Miles thing again...? [ SHE KNEW HE WAS LYING ABOUT THE "MEDIA" SHE KNEW IT :| ]

[takethat]

[He laughs merrily.]

Sure is! I guess you're better at this than I thought after all.

[magicalwright]

Tell me! Or... [ She snatches up the marker pen and holds it out... rather threateningly. ] You'll get written on!

[takethat]

Oh you're gonna have to do better than that.

[magicalwright]

[ FINE. Sorry, Daddy, but she is going to attempt to climb up onto you and start brandishing the pen towards your face. If Phoenix doesn't act fast, he'll be gaining 1 marker pen moustache and 1 pair of comedy glasses! ]

[takethat]

[He just sits there at first, smirking, hoping to call her bluff--but when he's earned his marker mustache, he throws a pillow over his face, giving a muffled shout--]

Hold it!!

[And he peers around the pillow, checking to see if the coast is clear.]