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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, melancholy just sneaks up on you. You see something, or hear something, and it reminds you of someone who's gone. It just happens.

So there's an Ace curled up on the couch with hot cocoa and a Doberman on the floor, Ace reading a book and Magic gnawing on a rawhide bone.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Her name is Magic, when she's not bein' Algerdon, Destroyer of Worlds an' Eater of Small Mousy Men." Ace replies with the perfect poker face.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

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"Algerdon isn't such a scary name anyhow. It's just like that dude from the play if you said his name with a cold." SO THERE POWERS OF EVIL.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace snorts and rolls her eyes, returning to her book. The fact that he believes her total bullshit answer does not do much to improve her opinion of him. Honestly.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He might believe it. He might not.

"It would be much scarier," he adds after a minute, "if you told people she was called something with a lot of X's in it."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes. Because 'express' an' 'oxen' an' 'axehandle' are such terrifyin' words." She points out, not looking up.

If he didn't believe it, perhaps cutting back on the wide-eyed stare would help.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"...Oh. I guess. Hey. Are you British?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Now, why would y'think that? I just be some random bit from California that just sounds like she came from London."

Honestly. What is it about today?