007; video post

[idkmybffmrhat]

[ZZZZZZZZZAP]

OW! [There's a quiet grumble as Trucy turns the communicator to "video".] I was about to use you as well. [A little groan as she shakes her hand to relieve the stinging.]

...
[The communicator pulls out as Trucy moves to settle it on a shelf, clearly showing the rest of the apartment behind her. It's in a state of disarray as

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[notmanaging]

[Adrian's been taking a small nap, still unaccustomed to the whole Discedo situation -- however...what is all that commotion?]

[2/2]

[notmanaging]

[She's feeling quite cranky from being awoken unwillingly, and goes to hunt down the source of the noise, determined to give them a piece of her mind.]

[idkmybffmrhat]

[Trucy is too busy being the source of the noise to realise that maybe this might have bothered someone. |D]

[notmanaging]

[Adrian makes her way to the doorway of the room where some sort of childish act is taking place. Oh...it's some teenager. Adrian's seen her in passing before, and the only reason she can think of for this girl's presence here is that Mr. Wright is entirely too kind...

...then again, if it wasn't for that quality, Adrian would have frozen in the snow, so she supposes she shouldn't complain - about that, at the very least. She feels very justified in complaining about the noise volume and marches into the centre of the room, organizer in hands.]

Do you always make this much of a racket?

[idkmybffmrhat]

[... Oh hi, random lady in their apartment. :| STRANGER DANGER She falters a little, now she thought about it, she had seen this woman around somewhere but... why was she in their home?]

...

[more importantly, why wasn't she appreciating the magic she just performed? :|]

Racket? ... It's not that loud.

[notmanaging]

[She slams the organizer shut - hey, that made her feel somewhat better, but her voice is still cold when she speaks.]

It's impossible to sleep through.

[idkmybffmrhat]

... Then don't sleep through it!

[notmanaging]

Some of us would prefer not to have our rest time disturbed by silly children.

[idkmybffmrhat]

[... brb, indignant.]

I'm not a child! It wasn't even that loud.

[notmanaging]

It was loud enough to wake me.

...And you're what, fourteen? Just a child.

[idkmybffmrhat]

Maybe you shouldn't be sleeping then. [In our apartment. :|]

I'm fifteen, actually.

[notmanaging]

You expect me to stay awake just so you can play?

[idkmybffmrhat]

[asdfghjkl!]

I'm not playing!

[notmanaging]

Oh? So what are you doing, then?

[idkmybffmrhat]

Magic.

[notmanaging]

[She almost laughs.]

You really are a kid.