So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

[contraltoflute]

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

Comments

[contraltoflute]

...how am I your political opponent?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

We are running against each other in the election, are we not?

[contraltoflute]

...I had no plans to do that myself.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You... didn't? So you have someone running in your place?

[contraltoflute]

...well. I dunno.

[Descole your accent is slipping.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You did say you were French, didn't you?

[contraltoflute]

...I don't remember ever saying that.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Well, my Descole is French.

[contraltoflute]

Bully for him. I'm not.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Where are you from then?

[contraltoflute]

What does it matter to you? I doubt you'd even know the place, it's hardly the sort of place a fine gentleman like yourself would care about.

[And now your sarcasm is showing, Descole.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

It's Essex, isn't it?

[contraltoflute]

Pretty wide range you've got there. ...yeah, though.

And now that we've ascertained where in the world I'm from, can you just leave me alone already?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Now that I know you're from such a vile blemish on the otherwise beautiful surface of England I wouldn't go anywhere near you.

[contraltoflute]

...well, I'm glad that something is making you back off, even if it is you being a poncey asshole.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised they sold you clothes like that. Were they not able to smell the Essex on you?

[contraltoflute]

Yes, yes, I'm horrible and common, I get it. Now can you leave?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

...

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[contraltoflute]

Have I not been telling that to you since you arrived?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, how that I know you're a... you can only really describe Essex women as rodents, can't you? Anyway, now that I know where you hail from I shall not be doing what you want.

[contraltoflute]

Yes, because you were doing such a good job of obeying my wishes beforehand.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I might have considered you at least worth listening to before, but not anymore.

[Walks closer.]

Did you live on... on a council estate?

[contraltoflute]

...maybe.

[Which isn't a "yes" so much as a "how should I know when I don't remember my childhood".]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

That's simply disgusting. You are such a vile creature, aren't you?

[Standing directly in front of her now.]

[contraltoflute]

Hah! That's rich, coming from you!