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Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday late afternoon]

Olive wasn't even feeling especially social or creative. But ever since her class that morning, she'd wanted cookies. And no, she was so not like, a gourmet cook at all, but she could buy refrigerated cookie dough with the best of them.

Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.

And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.

[open, la.]
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myownface: (Grin!)

[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Sis? Could it really be you?"

Look, there could only be one unless, here.

"Why, I thought you were lost in that tragic incident with the runaway herd of John Lennon impersonators!"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Olive sighed, casting her eyes downward. "I almost was. They had to reconstruct my face and both of my elbows."
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Say it isn't so!"

A pause, while Sparkle leaned in to get a good look at her face.

"But I do like what they did with your nose!

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Each freckle is a teeeeeny tiny tattoo they added post-operation," Olive told him solemnly. "It took seventeen hours."

Olive, what.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"It would have to have, to be such a faithful reconstruction!"

Hey, Sparkle could roll with it.

"You'll have to give me the number of your tattoo artist. I've always wanted freckles like those."

Alas, Sparkle lived a freckle-free life.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I would," she said, wistfully, "but he works anonymously, for people who are, you know, on the lam. Like myself."

Naturally.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Damn lam," Sparkle sulked, shaking his head sadly. "Whatever shall I do to help me get over this crushing disappointment?"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I could draw some on with a Sharpie!" she said, eyes widening. "I mean, it'd be temporary, but it would be something. You know, to help you with the anguish."
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Do not tempt me," Sparkle replied, pointing at her with one finger and grinning in spite of himself. "I might take you up on that, and then everyone on the island will know the family secret!"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I think we should come out of hiding," Olive declared. "And be proud of our heritage!"

She wanted to draw on freckles, shh.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I think... I think I could be coerced into exposing our family history for all to see... if."

There was always an if.

"If only I had something to take my mind off of the memories."

Dude, memories were the worst.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You could sing me our childhood lullaby," Olive decided. "To take your mind off it."

See how she turned that around? Genius.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that was a brilliant move indeed, Olive.

"But what would it be without accompaniment? A proper harmony! Just like in our youth!"

Of course, she wasn't getting out of it so easily, either.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I couldn't," Olive said. "My voice always did detract from yours."

She actually could sing really well, but. That was kind of not the point here, no.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't make him pull out the big, sad eyes. He'd do it. He would.

"Just once? For old time's sake?" Yep. There they were. The saddest Sparkle eyes. "For memories."

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"...you have to start," she decided, because she could probably follow along okay.

But oh god make the sad eyes stop.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I can do that!"

It was so, so easy to make this boy happy.

"Stay awake, don't rest your head
Don't lie down upon your bed
While the moon drifts in the skies
Stay awake, don't close your eyes..."

Really, he had a pretty good voice, himself. He was no Julie Andrews, fine, but he was shameless in hitting all the notes.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh oh oh she actually knew this song, so it was easy for Olive to pick it up, and while she wasn't particularly loud, her voice was low, and throaty, and kind of...pretty. No Julie Andrews over here, no, but maybe if she'd been a chain-smoker or something.

"Though the wind is fast asleep
Though your pillow's soft and deep,
You're not sleepy as you seem
Stay awake, don't nod and dream...."
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Stay awake, don't nod and dream..."

So, for the record, it took every last drop of willpower left in Sparkle's body for him to keep from jumping up on the couch and cheering when they finished that little number.

"You know, nobody's actually sang with me like that since I came to this place?"

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Singing's how I got here, so don't expect that to be a regular occurrence," Olive cautioned him, though she was smiling. "But we make an okay duet."
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"We didn't completely suck," Sparkle agreed, looking pretty pleased with himself as he jumped up and perched precariously on the arm of the couch, mostly just because he could. "Maybe next time I nag you into helping me unveil the mysteries of our horrible past, I'll pull out my penny whistle, too."

Because that's just what the common room needed! Tin whistle playing!

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh. I'll stick to just the one talent," Olive decided. "Because I'm not sure I can dance to penny whistles."

She also didn't know what a penny whistle was. Presumably an inexpensive whistle.
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[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Fairly inexpensive, yes. And great if you wanted to play some sort of drunken Irish folk song, and not much else.

"Well, can you dance to anything else?"

It was a totally legitimate question.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-11 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"A marching band, most recently," she said, flashing a smile.

Olive had interesting friends.
myownface: (Throwin' Crap.)

[personal profile] myownface 2012-09-11 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"So you... marched!"

That was kind of like dancing! Probably!

... Sparkle had very little experience with that sort of thing.

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