I'm your only friend / I'm not your only friend / but I'm a little glowing friend

[mentis_reae]

Who: The jailhouse gang and you! (Which means Edgeworth, Sirius, Shikamaru, and, uh, I guess if Grimmjow needs some visitors, too...)
When: Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Where: The jailhouse now.
Summary: Yeah, it's an open visitation log. WHOOP DE DOOP. BRING BAKED GOODS. Which means - just tag the thread of anyone you want to visit, I suppose. No

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[dancing_pierrot]

[ Franziska doesn't even look like she wants to be here. Her clothes are crumpled, as if she slept in them last night, and most of her make-up's worn off by now, leaving her face surprisingly bare. Not to mention the horrible bags under her eyes, created by a night's full of worry and pervasive beeping noises in her head.

She's not even going to bother saying hello, instead opting to just sit opposite him, eyes glaring, but mouth turned down in disappointment. ]

[dancing_pierrot]

Oh? How was I supposed to know what you meant? I'm not a mind-reader.

[atrumcanis]

You knew. Don't play stupid, it doesn't suit you.

[dancing_pierrot]

I'm not. Don't fault me for the ambiguity in your words. How many years is one theoretically allowed to 'befriend down', then?

[atrumcanis]

I dunno, but twelve is pushing it, innit. No matter how bloody intelligent you consider the bastard to be--he's still twelve. It's just stupid.

[dancing_pierrot]

And you're what, eighteen -- what do you have to show for it?

[atrumcanis]

I'm quite clever, actually, far more clever than some swotty little tit of a kid. Eighteen is quite close to your age, anyway, that makes far more sense.

[dancing_pierrot]

[A roll of the eyes.]

I don't care if you're clever if you never display signs of it.

[atrumcanis]

You've never asked me to. I can't if you've never given me the bloody chance, can I.

[dancing_pierrot]

You did not think so far to consider that I would appreciate it if you did so of your own volition?

[atrumcanis]

How can I when you're always fucking shouting at me, and scowling at me, and--and all the rest of it?

[dancing_pierrot]

I wouldn't have to shout at you if you weren't so immature!

[atrumcanis]

I'm not! I mean-- oh, Merlin's fucking... I am, all right, but things just get all--

[He shoves a hand through his hair and looks away, scowling.]

Look, it doesn't bloody well matter, does it.

[dancing_pierrot]

It does.

[atrumcanis]

You aren't even s'pposed to be talking to me, are you, so how would this matter.

[dancing_pierrot]

What do you mean, 'supposed'?