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I saw you just a few hours ago, so this is weird to say. But this is me, saying hello, because apparently for you it's been a month?

Of course, there's probably not much point to this, because I am sure that you know that I am here, because you always know

I asked your number of Mitchell, by the way, so here's me communicating well

[And then, after a few minutes' worth of pause--]

This is George

Oh my god

Yes, I knew, I mean I know, and I was going to surprise you with a decorated bedroom only I haven't got the right pillows but i did get your favorite mug so we can at least have tea, i didn't let anyone drink from it, not even Mitchell

Who did you think i would imagine you were, george?????

I will appreciate the mug very much, but please do not decorate my bedroom, Annie, thank you; I will decorate it happily myself; simply leave me the supplies

And I realized that these communicators don't send out our names after I typed all of that; also, sorry for sending lots of texts; I hate getting twenty texts in a row and I suppose you've just put up with that.

Well for me it's exciting to get a text at all, isn't it?

You will move down to the 18th floor, won't you? The room next to mine is empty, Mitchell has the opposite side.

[Oh, that's a nice thought. But - ]

As long as we keep the same ground-rules as at the house. No leaving tea in my room, no going in while I'm not there, no redecorating, no leaving signs on the door. Agreed?

Yes yes of course I'll follow your poncy rules.

They are not PONCY, Annie, they are REASONABLE. There are certain rules that need be followed for a harmonious home-live amongst flatmates. These are carefully considered to ensure harmony.

Where are you?

Floor 20, room 2, the room specified by my bloody tattoo. Which, what a lovely thing, tattoos, given to us when we were unconscious, like we got pissed with the world's worst mates.

Edited (icon troubles) 2013-06-10 21:56 (UTC)

[And poof, there she is, with her arms around his shoulders and hugging tight]

George!

[And George jumps. And George lets out a little scream.]

Wha...y - y...Annie!

I'm so glad you're here! This place is bonkers I swear and-

[She looks at him, because, well.]

Oh, I've missed you, so much, so much.

Annie -

[Shrill as anything - ]

I've just said, haven't I, not two minutes back, no appearing in my room without permission! I just said it!

[Buut, no matter his outrage at the Harmonious Rules being violated, his face of wounded outrage is being undermined by a smile, and his hands come up to hers, and he squeezes her fingers. He still doesn't know entirely what she can feel and what she can't, but on the off-chance she can, that's a sign for her - it's good to see you, it really is.]

Well this doesn't count, this isn't your real room!

[She is just saying, okay? It's not! She smiles at him and squeezes his fingers and loves it.]

My room should be the sitting room, as I don't sleep. Everyone can come in and out whenever they like.

[Last time he saw her, she was teary-eyed and furious, refusing even to look with him as he marched off to death - his own, or Herrick's. Bloody hell, she can be vicious when she wants to be, and he'd felt like scum, the worst of the earth, no matter that he'd made her think that of him deliberately. But when she's warm, and happy, she really is just like sunshine made human. He can't help but smile a bit.]

Don't suppose you've a telly in there. Playing the Swamp Thing at two in the morning.

[The last time she saw him -

She doesn't think about that. Instead she focuses on here, and now]

No but if we need middle of the night entertainment, I'll take my device and we can make a documentary on how crazy people get here.

[He smiles a bit broader yet.]

I did take a filmmaking class, you know. At university. I bet I could frame a decent shot. Though hold on - [Right - ] Are people mad here? They do seem it, most of them.

Oh! Well, some of them are. Some are not very nice.

But then people can see me! So I suppose some things are worth having.

[She loves that she can be seen. It's like a gift]

Did you meet Josh, yet? Did Mitchell tell you about him? You did speak to Mitchell, didn't you? Oh! We kissed!

[Yes that is her line of thought]

Me and Mitchell, not me and Josh.

[George's face starts to go dark, because Josh, whatever his surname is, Golyadkin most likely, is a complete wanker and has no right to be kissing Annie...

...Only, hold on - ]

You and Mitchell...Hold on a moment - why?

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