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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]

[ after an early start & fulfilling morning passes her by, she finally comes home from the studio; within a wave of thanks to her agent for dropping her off she begins her way towards the mansion's front door.

suddenly comes to a stop before getting closer to her home. blinks a few times at the sight before her. is somewhat amused as she walks on over to stand before albert, though her face is more confused than amused for the time being. ]

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ lets some silence pass between them, almost as if she's unsure if she wants to laugh or deadpan at the sight. finally speaks in a neutral tone: ]

... what are you doing?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ opens his eyes & looks at her. smiles in welcome & would have voiced as much had not there been that pressing question. ]

Lysol.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see.

[ the answer is simple, though there's a twitch at the side of her lips. decides to swoop down and sit next to him, setting her purse on her lap. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ watches her, not yet moving. ]

Amused at my expense?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ leans forward slightly to put her arms half-way around her knees, head tilted slightly to the side. ]

Aw, now why would I be amused, big brother?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

My predicament does not amuse you then?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ rolls her eyes upward as if thinking. ]

It might be slightly entertaining.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah, the truth reveals itself.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles, sitting up straight again. ]

How long have you been out here?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ closes his eyes again. ]

Ten minutes? Perhaps longer.

[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?

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[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.