In which Green notices that baby archaeologist is INCREDIBLY bitter

[emosniper]

< font color=#006699 >Rhea Jones hated summer.

She hated the burning, boiling heat, hated the way her pale-as-paper skin < i >burned under the sun, hated the way the pressure and clouds would build for days until they finally gave way in a flash of lightning, growl of thunder, summer storm. It meant sitting in your room for hours at a time, every

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[vlangevin]

< font color=#ff9900 > Vincent knew a thing or two about avoiding cousins.

It had been something he liked to think he was at least half-decent at, insofar as it went. It was difficult, of course, being that the cousin he most often had reason to avoid lived < i >in the next room but, all things being fair, he could avoid his cousin's notice if Dominic's music was loud enough and Vincent took pains to not let the creaky door betray his leaving.

Today had been such a day, and he'd managed his escape to... well, he wasn't sure, to be honest. He had just had the urge to wander the grounds -- looking out for archaeological excavations this time. He didn't exactly want to fall into another of those holes and disturb surly history students. Once was quite enough for him, thank you very much.

[emosniper]

< font color=#006699 >Rhea picked the thing up, struggling with it momentarily (boxes could be < i >extremely< /i > unwieldy when they wanted to be) and prepared to head back to her cool, dark < strike >crypt< /strike > room.

And then she saw him. Wandering across the grounds, as clear as daylight, the idiot who'd managed to fall into the trench. Ah right. She'd been meaning to apologise to him for being snappy, hadn't she? It (probably) wouldn't do to let her rotten temper alienate < i >everyone< /i > in this place after all.

Putting the box down and angling it so that it leaned against her, balanced by one of her hands, she pointed at him and shouted "Hey! You! Come here!"

[vlangevin]

< font color=#ff9900 > He stopped in his tracks, surprised and a bit confused. Surely she wasn't talking to him? Why would anyone be talking to < i >him?< /i > But when he turned around, there she was, pointing right at him while balancing a box against herself with the other hand.

It was that surly history student, of all people.

Vincent frowned slightly, eyebrows drawing together in confusion as he heeded the girl's summons.

"I'm sorry? Did you need something?" he asked, walking up to her.

[emosniper]

< font color=#006699 >"Yes! I did. Well. I mean I didn't need something I just wanted to talk to you for a second which is a little different from needing something, wouldn't you say?" Aware that her less than stellar social skills were causing her to ramble, Rhea stopped, giving her best attempt at a winning smile and bringing her hands together, nearly toppling the box over in the process.

"Ah. Oh dear. Sorry about that," she mumbled, righting it, "right. Where was I? Oh yes. I meant to say 'sorry'. About earlier when I...might have insulted you. A little bit. So! Sorry."