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ANNIE CLARE SAWYER

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action because i can

[humanistic]

[You can't really stalk a ghost. Add that to the fact that Mitchell isn't a stalker, and that negates the stalker-y connotations of hanging around outside of Annie's door, debating on whether or not he's going to knock.

Which is stupid. Because it's just Annie. And so, eventually--after a few false starts, after he's walked away mildly disgusted with himself and then turned around and come back again--Mitchell knocks on the door. There. Easy. What is he, George? And it's just Annie.]

Annie?

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[She's behind him, watching this, and shaking her head - but then when he speaks up, she taps him on the shoulder]

Yes, hello.

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[humanistic]

[He actually jumps, which is embarrassing--not as embarrassing, of course, as the realisation that she's probably been watching him this whole time.]

Jesus Chri-- Annie! Don't sneak up on me like that!

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[She raises both eyebrows but she's smiling, too. Oh, Mitchell]

Sorry, is there a better way to sneak up on you?

[humanistic]

Yeah, don't!

[But ok he can be cool again now; he pushes his fingers through his hair. Right.]

And here I was coming t' check up on you, and you're out haunting the hallways. Guess you don't need me after all.

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What?

[Now she looks not as pleased]

You're not leaving, not already!

[humanistic]

Why not, you're clearly busy...

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Mitchell!

[humanistic]

[He laughs, now, far more relaxed than just a few moments back.]

All right, all right, I'll hang around. If I'm not disturbin' any really important ghost work. Were you just coming back?

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Come in, will you?

[She opens the door and goes in first - her room already looks like Annie, she's managed to decorate even without decoration.]

I went for a walk down the hall, that's all.

[humanistic]

[Leave it to Annie to do her interior decorating here in space. Somehow. Against all odds. Mitchell smiles around at the room, appreciating that brief moment of familiarity.]

Yeah? See anything good?

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[A consideration]

No, not really-

[But then she smiles over at him]

You could spend more time here, you know.

[humanistic]

Oh?

[He raises his eyebrows at her, folding his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall. So casual!]

Could I? Is that an invitation or a request, help me out...

[invisibilitea]

It's...both, isn't it?

[LOOK SHE IS LONELY]

Because honestly, Mitchell, my room is much more comfortable than yours.

[humanistic]

What?

[...well, it's true. But that doesn't mean he's not going to be a little offended I mean really Annie...]

What're you talkin' about-- you've barely been in my room, you can't call it uncomfortable if you've barely been in it!

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I can too! Yours is all unlived in and undecorated and mine already looks better, doesn't it?

[So pleased.]

[humanistic]

Well, it's very-- Annie.

[Not that that's bad. He glances around again, his nose wrinkled a little.]

And what d'you mean, mine's unlived in, I've lived here for a month! A whole space month, don't tell me yours is more lived in when you've hardly been here.

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It's more lived in and I'm dead.

[She says it sort of brightly]

Also have you been going around being dark and angry at people? I think Mr. Edgeworth thinks you're on the edge of suicide.

[humanistic]

[He scowls--at both of those things.]

Well, you're a better decorator than I am, that's not exactly news. And why're you talkin' to that guy, anyways-- what did he say?

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That you worried him, which is unsurprising.

[Urgh Mitchell. She crosses her arms.]

I didn't tell him anything.

[humanistic]

Worried him, I've barely talked with him, what the hell is he so worried about?

[He sounds nearly disgusted by this, like how dare anyone be worried about him, because he doesn't need worry, not from anyone--]

Look, what exactly did you tell him, just so we've got the same story.

[invisibilitea]

I told him you get moody.

[Which she firmly believes. But she also knows he'll deny.]

[humanistic]

I don't get moody!

[Yep, here he is, denying it, right on cue.]

I'm not-- sufferin' from PMT or anything, all right, I don't get moody. I don't like being on this bloody ship, but no one does, that's not some crime. And I don't need him trying to analyze me, or-- whatever he was doing!

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Oh, please, you probably did that whole-

[And she lowers her voice and scowls]

I'm John Mitchell, there's no point to being here,, I'm cranky because I'm the walking undead, let's watch the Real Hustle-"

[And back to normal]

Thing that you do. Obviously it's because you don't like the ship.

[humanistic]

I don't--

[Momentarily speechless, because he can't sort out if he wants to be hurt or offended by her impression of him. Her really bad impression, by the way, there's no way that's what he sounds like--]

I've never said any of that stuff in my life-- is this what you did with him, did you sit around and do bad impressions of me? [And more importantly--] And by the way? There's nothing wrong with the Real Hustle, it's a quality programme-- just because you can't appreciate it--and if it's so obvious that it's because I don't like the ship, why are we even talkin' about this?