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02/19/2007 07:29:00
[info]tuivana
*cooks up a nice, bloody dinner for Oromë*

*sets the table neatly and waits for him to come home*

*and waits*

*and waits*

*thinks around for him and picks up on a rather unsavory vibe*

*dumps the cold food in the trash and barricades herself in her workshop, pouring herself into her latest projects*

Current Mood: pissed off
Tags: orome, vana

 
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From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 09:59:23  

*comes home, feeling something akin to... what is that? guilt?*

*sees the food in the trash*

*hears you tinkering away*

*sighs and knocks on the door to your workshop*

Vána? Babe?
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 10:16:56  

*pretends she doesn't hear you over the humming of her machines*

*focuses on carefully soldering a hand onto a vaguely humanoid robot*
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 10:23:14  

*tries the door and finds it's locked*

*tries the lock and realizes it's a numerical keypad with 102839493 possible combinations*

*tries to break the lock* *fails*

*resorts to banging on the door! VÁNA!!
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 10:32:08  

*accidentally snaps off one of Chip's fingers, startled*

*finds herself experiencing something like honest-to-Dad anger*

GO AWAY, OROMË!
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 10:35:51  

*bangs his head against the door*

FINE. I'll be in the living room. Watching TV.

*starts to walk away* *turns back and looks at the door*

BUT I WON'T ENJOY IT!
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 10:41:28  

*bites her lip* OUR HOME ENTERTAINMENT EQUIPMENT IS PERFECTLY CALIBRATED FOR MAXIMUM ENJ— *cuts herself off*

*returns to her work for a while until she's thinking a little more clearly*

*eventually goes so far as to unlock her workshop door*
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 10:50:06  

*comes back after "Mail Call" is over*

(*really loves that crazy old man* *plus, you know, guns are technology*)

*tries the door again and finds it open*

*walks inside and leans against the wall, watching you work*

Vána?
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 10:53:14  

*picks up a hard drive and sets it on her palm, testing its weight*

*very calmly and collectedly flings it at your head*
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 10:56:19  

*gets smacked upside the head with it*

FOR DAD'S FUCKING SAKE, VÁNA!! WHAT THE FUCK?

*stay cool, Oromë, stay cool. remember the steps. count to ten. deeeeeeeep breath. stay cool, Oromë. remember the steps.*

*takes a few deep breaths* *through gritted teeth* I TAKE IT YOU ARE UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING?
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 11:01:55  

*sets down her work and crosses her arms*

I thought out looking for you and I sensed quite a lot of filthy feedback from you at approximately fourteen hundred hours. Do you deny it?
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 11:05:04  

No.




...I'm really, sorry, babe, it's just your sister! She's crazy! She was all over me and I was confused. You know how I get confused. *BIG EYES*
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 11:19:13  

*just looks back at you with hurt in her eyes* You know I researched Vendórë's findings in order to plot the perfect romantic compatibility algorithm. According to that algorithm, we are seventy-nine percent compatible and you and Yavanna only eleven percent. And if Aulë and I happen to be ninety percent, that's not the point. Don't you care that my algorithm is robust, Oromë? Does it matter to you at all??
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 11:25:18  

*gives you a hopeful smile* Eleven percent seems too high. But you could never be wrong.

*walks over and puts an arm around your waist* Don't you know it's only you, babe? No one takes care of me like you.

*brightly* I talked to the rabbits for you.
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 11:31:55  

*hugs herself tightly and leans slightly away from you* *without any real rancor* Flattery will get you nowhere. Maybe you ought to take care of yourself for a change.

*tries not to betray her interest* Did you take transcripts?
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 11:34:24  

*shakes his head and pulls you closer* No, I'd be lost without you.

*smiles* No, I didn't. I but I remember everything they said. *leans in and whispers in your ear* They told me how they have so many babies.
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 11:44:37  

*softens* *resolutely looks at something else in the room* You seemed to know just where you were—without me—a little while ago.

*squee!* *sighs* Now is not the time to bring up sexual intercourse, Oromë. You really should know that without me having to tell you.
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 11:49:45  

No, I didn't. I was confused, remember? Confused. If you'd've been there you would have kept me safe.

*kisses your neck* I just thought you'd want to know... all those little babies... don't you want all those little babies for yourself?
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 11:57:54  

*shivers a little as goosebumps break out on her neck*

*pushes you away suddenly* You can't fix it that easily, Oromë! Now leave me alone so I can work because you— *shakes a finger at you* —you...you're in the doghouse, buster, in volume if not in complete preservation of your structural integrity. I mean it!
From: [info]aromez Date: 02/19/2007 12:00:23  

*holds his hands up*

Okay, Vána, if that's what you want. *takes a few steps back* I'll be on the couch. Alone. Thinking about you. If you need me.

*backs out the door and shuts it behind him*
From: [info]tuivana Date: 02/19/2007 12:03:58  

*touches her cheeks and feels tears*

*goes back to fixing Chip, who's BOUND to be better company than you once he can talk. today, at least.*
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