Nothing doing...

Evien: Hmph.

Luthien: Bored already? Evien: Aren't you?

Luthien: I _have_ to admit I was more than a little annoyed when everyone decided to look for Ferrahn that day. Evien: Hmph.

Luthien: We've not been able to get him alone since the day we got our bodies. Evien: What a loss of fun for you. Luthien: It is. Oh, it is!

Luthien: I will sulk now. *pouts* Evien: *rolls his eyes*

After a while...

Luthien: Just look at us... Sitting here, with nothing to do. Sitting on this disgustingly pink couch. Evien: I'll have to remind you that you chose to be here. Luthien: *sigh* So I did. So I did. I just didn't expect my fun to be so easily taken away.

Luthien: Though I still say being here isn't such a loss. Evien: Oh? Luthien: You do look beautiful with this face. Evien: . . .

Evien: I still see you when I look at this face. Luthien: You mean us? *smiles* Evien: Yes. Us. Luthien: I don't suppose we could get her to paint us heads which better resemble us? Evien: Not worth her money, wasn't that what she'd said when she was choosing between giving us the same faces or our current faces? Luthien: *snorts* If Razkil had a twin, we'd see two of him and the money wouldn't even have been an object. Evien: My, my... Are we feeling bitter? Luthien: Perhaps. Being with them like this, I find their moods affect me too much. Evien: Perhaps.

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