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[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

 [ooc: I need moar Vanessa icons, lolz.]

[sitting on a countertop in the kitchen, feet resting on an open drawer]

[flips some hair over her shoulder, glances down at a bowl of fruit, picks an apple up and turns it in her hand] Hmm.

[takes a bite with a loud crunch, makes a wide-eyed face and spits it into the sink] Blech!

Disgusting.

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sims 2 is going to lag so much when i get it back up again. :|

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Hope that wasn't poisoned.

Oh noes. D:

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[looks up] Oh look who it is.

I see you ditched Myde...

[drops the apple in the sink] Don't worry about me, sweetheart.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Have some Vanessa screencaps (http://fever-of-fate.com/caps/view/352/1000/)? :D)

[walks into the kitchen, leans against a counter, facing Ursula]

Who said I was worried? Thought it might be a little hard to make a deal with a dead witch, that's all.

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Yeah, I saw those, but I wanted some of her in the purple outfit and couldn't find any good ones. If I was home, I would. D:]

[laughs] Oh, so you've made up your mind.

Excellent. [slow smile]

[a golden scroll, full of fancy fineprint, hardly legible - and a pen made of a fish's skeleton appear in her hands]

Just sign here and I can have you on your way, hot-stuff. [holds the pen out to him]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[glances at. He really doesn't like making deals like that]

Oh come on. You don't trust me?

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[the scroll floats over to him, she lets go of the pen and it follows]

Come on now, just a bit of insurance. I'm sure you understand.

Or... do you not want to go home afterall?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[takes up the pen and spends a few moments reading over the scroll]

No catch, huh.

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

Not for you. [smirk]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[subtle.]

That really doesn't make much sense, seeing how the contract's for me.

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[eyes narrow]

[snarls] Does it really matter? You're going home either way. Stop pushing your luck and just sign it.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[gives her a look and signs it, his handwriting sharp but surprisingly neat]

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[smiles, the scroll and pen disappear in a flash] Very good...

[kicks her feet excitedly, clutching the edge of the counter] So should I send you off now or is this a planned trip...?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Later. Someone's coming with me.

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[stops kicking feet, quirks an eyebrow]

You didn't mention that beforehand...

Elaborate.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

He's from my world.

[read: not Demyx so you don't need to worry about missing out on your twisted fun.]

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

Ooohhh, I see.... [taps chin]

As long as it's just one passenger, that's just fine.

[folds arms] But I'm not going to wait around forever, so go find him.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, going to now.

[and off he goes without so much as a wave goodbye]

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[makes a face at the back of his head as he leaves, sticking out her tongue]

[pauses... and starts to laugh quietly to herself, covering her smiling face]