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[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin has a problem, he wants to get some work done but to his shame he is still mildly uneasy around all the space out there- he can tolerate it while he's moving around and talking to people but doing work? He wouldn't be able to settle.

So! He has remembered Crane's library from the start of their book finding adventure and has secretly managed to drag a desk through the entrance and set up his paperwork on it- Ah, finally a chance to actually get some proper work done without a Elite accidentally setting themselves on fire or tying two groupies together and not being able to get them loose...

...Except he really doesn't look please with this work; in fact he's holding his head in his hands and looking rather incredibly annoyed by the papers in front of him (several photos of a seemingly twelve year old boy with a pierced lip and dyed black hair for the eagle eyed); obviously the Elites and their incredible stupidity must follow him everywhere.

In fact, somebody on fire would really cheer him up right now]

Comments

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

You're missing the point. Where did he escape from?

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[He stares for a moment and then sighs] Is that really important?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I dunno. You're the one acting like it's some big secret.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Perhaps some secrets are to be kept [Aww, lookit, he's getting snarly]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[How cute.]

A man of mystery, eh? I guess I can respect that.

[He's not moving from the corner of the desk, though.]

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

...You aren't very good at respect are you? [His inner perfection freak is sobbing]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Depends on what the respect is for.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you respect privacy then?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

No one comes to the Plane and expects privacy.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Being dumb, he did not realise this] ...But it seems a peaceful place.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. All the more reason to bug whoever you see.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

...That view of life must get you into a lot of trouble.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

You can't ever remember being ripped apart?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Nope. Guess I'm just lucky~

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Extremely lucky; I don't think anybody would disagree on that.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I'm smart, too.

[He says this so casually, but he's playing with a spark in his palm like a kid plays with a lighter.

On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.]

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

[He tilts his head to watch the spark, eyes narrowing slightly.. Well, that's odd- not quite worrying yet but enough to make him vaguely uneasy

BIG BORTHER SORIN IS WATCHING YOU!]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Heh heh.

[On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.]

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Interesting skill.

[Humph, going back to his work now- although the spark thing is making him very distracted; poor, poor Sorin- can't complete his stalkerish duties]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Something I picked up while I was bored.

[A blatant lie. Oh well. Axel tosses out a lot of those.

On... off.

On. Off!

On off. On off. On off--]

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[-_-] Please stop that; I have to complete my work.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[On.

And he sits there, smirking quietly to himself.]

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[IGNOREIGNOREIGNORE... Damn, he can't ignore, ffft] ..Excuse me, would you mind turning it off?

[Annoyed!Sorin is like a hissing kitten at times, not very effective]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Right, my bad.

[He turns it off... just to humor him.]