Multi-pup post

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra sits at a table near the window-to-the-end her head in her hand. She has a drink and a book in front of her, but neither seem to be holding her interest at all.

*~*~*~*

Hexadecimal is looking for trouble. Or, if that will not work, she will settle for someone from mainframe. She has a small thing limp... thing in her hand.

Comments

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't saying anything. You were explaining spaceships."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"No, I was explaining the general idea behind getting one." Shrug. "It's an idea, that's all."

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

"Right."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo sips his drink and sighs. "So...what was your idea, anyway?"

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

"Pink panthers."

If they're going to talk absurd things..

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"Right. Seriously, what was it?"

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

"Just an idea, just like your spaceships. No details to me, no details to you."

Besides, he would like it less then she likes 'powers'.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"I don't have any details worked out. If I did, I'd have a pile of books somewhere."

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

"Then that's your answer."

Petra stands up. She had been so relaxed before this. Why was it that he got so under her skin so quickly? Almost every conversation turned into an argument.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo sighs and takes another drink. Another productive conversation, wasn't it?

Sigh. So much for that...