Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister

[near_your_enemy]

N is sulking in the kitchen, because he doesn't want to go back to his room.  Oddly enough, he's the only one in there.  And he doesn't want to go back.

Then again, leaving in a hurry like that, when one is all mad and upset and violently cursing everyone else in the room in his or her head, then going back is the last thing he or she would want to

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[lady_assistant]

Click click click.

Her trademark sound. She walks straight into the kitchen, without hesitation, like she owns the place. Which, in a way, she does. She doesn't even look up to see if N is there; she knows.

Hello, N.

She checks something off on her clipboard, and then gives him a canary-eating grin.

[near_your_enemy]

His eyes raise up to see her, blinking somewhat. N doesn't recognize this woman, but by the authority she carried, not to mention the clipboard, he could easily guess who it is.

"...The Assisstant, I presume?" He asks, in a low tone, watching her from the corner of his eye. "And I'm guessing you're not here for an early dinner."

[lady_assistant]

Please, call me Sissy.

The grins remains.

No, but you're so very, very clever.
Would you like to guess why I came all the way out to see you, Nattie?

[near_your_enemy]

His eyes narrow dangerously. "Don't call me that, Assisstant."

And there's another pause, before he pulls a knee up to rest his cheek against on the counter. "Something to do with my being here, no doubt."