Allie: Can you push that feather a little closer, Brat? It's just out of my reach ....
Faraday: Seriouslies, Allie. After you hired Maxie to turn on his own brother?
You could do with a bit more physical activity. Get it yourself.
*cue creepy scary murder music from Psycho*
*Faraday sits paralyzed while his life flashes before his eyes ... *
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| (okay, well, maybe he's just sitting there...) |
Allie: ... FINE.
Then you can just find some other chair to sit in.
OUT of my sight.
Faraday: *relieved breath* Works for me. I was just leaving ....
Allie: Hrmpf. The little plebeian obviously is unaware that tomorrow is National Lazy Day.
And what better way to observe than with one's favorite feathers?
*deep inhale* Ahhh yes, these were a lovely vintage.
Faraday: (mutters from safety of living room) ... at least she didn't reference Chianti and fava beans ....
Tomorrow is National Lazy Day!
(how do you plan to observe?)























