Dossier Thirty-Four

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A girl appears in the Astral kitchen, apparently quite comfortable there. She looks around and makes a face, crosses to the freezer and rummages around until she finds a pint of chocolate ice cream. One spoon and discarded plastic seal later, she's leaning against the counter and digging in.]

Daaaad. God, you're not arseholed again, I hope. [Her accent is posh and British. The last part is muttered. Then, just in case he's around to hear,] You know, she's not going to leave you alone about chaperoning forever! The woman's obsessed. And hiding here won't make her go away.



[[Experiment start]]

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1/?

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[Oh look, someone new in the kitchen—]

2/?

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[...wait.]

3/?

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[No. No way. There's no bloody way.]

4/4 DONE

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...Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[SIGH] There you are. [She digs into the pocket of her jacket, which bears the logo of the Francis Holland School. She pulls out a crumpled flier and hands it to him.] She said if you can't come to this meeting she'll stop by the flat. With dinner.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lkjsdflk SOMETHING IS VERY, VERY WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE.]

[...unfortunately Crowley's brain is not handling this very well, so he is going to look down at the flyer to buy himself time to think of what to say.]

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[Henrietta, meanwhile, applies herself to the ice cream.] You could always miracle yourself a cast on the day of. That way she won't be able to flutter over you and you won't have to come.

And I won't have to peel my friends away from staring at your bogeys all night.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[All right, this is an experiment. It's one of those kind of experiments, and who knows how long it's going to last.]

[He's a father. Er. Sort of.]

[...bugger.]

Right. Er. [clears his throat a bit] I don't suppose pleading business is going to work, is it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

With me or with her? [She licks the spoon.] Because if you don't get your finger out and go talk to her you'll be needing the cast anyway. The way she fawns. [Eyeroll.]

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[...she's sarcastic, and sort of rude.]

[Hey, at least he raised her right.]

I suppose I'll be going to the meeting then, won't I? [he tucks the flyer into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, then gives the older Henrietta a considering look]

What time is it, anyway?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A slight groan.] Half six. How early did you start?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well at least she isn't eating ice cream for breakfast, then. :|]

I...I dunno. [he shakes his head] It's...been a confusing sort of day.

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[She pokes at the ice cream, glaring.] You're like a university sprog.

[Not that she would REALLY know, but THAT IS HARDLY THE POINT.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[At first he opens his mouth to reply, but shuts it again just as fast without saying anything. He's seen firsthand how well people tend to take the news that their entire reality is a lie.]

Have you...noticed anything off, lately? Like maybe the twins are poking around with us again?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

They put superglue in your kegs this morning?

[contract_star]

[Hey that girl looks familiar.] Hello.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Wotcher, Hei. Have you seen my da around?

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...

...Sorry, what?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Slurps at the ice cream.] My dad. He's not at the flat.

1/2

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Wait...do I kn--

[Oh my god.]

2/2

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Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Giving him a funny look now.] Are you bladdered or something?

[contract_star]

What? No. I don't think so? You're--and your hand--and ice cream?

Wait--your dad?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Yup. Totally knackered.] What I do with my hands is my business. [She figures he won't remember this in the morning anyway. :|a ] Have you seen him?

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[a sigh]

They've either added a few years to you since I saw you last, or I've somehow forgotten a He- a blessed load of time.

[He removes the sunglasses and rubs at his eyes]

Just how long have you been living with me, then?