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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ is outside, sitting on one of the decorative rocks, head craned up towards the sky. eyes are closed; looks to be relaxing in the sunlight & the occasional breeze more than being stranded outside his own home.

a look of discomfort still flickers across his face, however, whenever the said breeze brings him a whiff of the lysol mopped onto the door. but he endures, knowing it would only be a few more hours 'til the smell has subsided enough for him to approach. ]

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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

[ closes her eyes as well, leaning back a little bit. ]

At least the door will be clean for a few weeks, I suppose.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles quietly, thoroughly amused. ]

Mm. Sanitary measures were his primary objective, I'm sure.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow. ]

Hmm, perhaps. Makes me wonder if he cleans more than our maids do.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Should I fire them and simply have him take care of it, then?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Maybe. He'd fit into their uniform just perfectly, after all.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

A skirt, princess?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles lightly. ]

We could swap it for some pants, but where's the fun in that?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Hm. I'm not entirely certain if my eyes are up for such a sight.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

I think your eyes will be safe for now.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Oh?

1/2

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ reaches over, tapping his nose once with a finger. ]

Of course. Like he would go for that.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

I'd look better in one, anyway.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ pulls his head away with a light shake & catches her hand with his. doesn't do much else but hold it, gentle & warm. ]

Then I suppose I should consider myself lucky. For both points.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't mind this, not moving an inch. ]

Is that so?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Would I lie?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Never.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ hums & looks towards the door as if waiting for another breeze to confirm (or, preferably, not confirm) the presence of the smell on the door. the slight change of expression -- one of brief discomfort -- answers the silent question.

sighs quietly, even as he shakes his head in almost-amusement. ]

When is the party tonight?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Around six o'clock, I believe.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

And the time now?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ slips her free hand into her purse, flipping open the cellphone now in hand. ]

Just about two o'clock. [ tilts head to the side. ] Worried that the smell won't go away by then?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

By three, to be specific.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ pauses in thought. cranes her neck upward, gazing up at the windows on the second story. amused at a thought; decides to voice it. ]

We could always climb through a window.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ brings up her hand towards his nose, as if fighting the smell of lysol with hers. presses lips to the junction of the thumb & index finger. ]

A last resort.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ lets her eyes slide half-shut in appreciation, enjoying the feeling. ]

Good thing I'm not wearing a dress today, then.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Not yet.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

If we can get inside, yes.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I don't believe you are hindered from entering, princess.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Your pain is my pain, handsome.