Email to Marie-Ange

[xp_daytripper]

To: [roomie]
From: [trouble]



If I was, you know, driving you insane with stuff I did, you'd tell me, right? You wouldn't bottle it all up and then explode all over the place and tell me you hated me? 'Cause I know I'm not easy to live with, tho' I'm trying to remember to ask before I borrow stuff and not play my music too loud and not stink up the room so much with the magic junk.

Just thought I'd ask.

A.

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Re: Subject: Your kind of politeness I like.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

To: (Amanda)
From: (Angie)

I have to do hand-to-hand training with said blonde. It would be a real shame if I was a little over enthuastic in the course of sparring. But I would never do such a thing. Not once.

PS: Better than a jungle gym, I suppose.

It seems to make sense. My power is mutation but with magical means, and yours is magical fueled by a mutation. Or something like that. Doug is making Tao noises at me now, and has .. now... gone in search of a book about Pooh. Something about yin and yang, I think. I do -not- understand him sometimes.

It was.. internal focus versus external focus, and trying to explain it gets me turned around and confused sometimes. Perhaps because I am thinking about it too much, so it might be -easier- to explain over something to drink. Or several somethings.

Also? Kool-aid is vile. It should be outlawed. It is sugar water with fake flavours in it. Not. On.

Subject: The Great Escape

[xp_daytripper]

To: [angie]
From: [amanda]

Nah, don't put yourself out over it. My guess is she's doing that not-dealing thing of hers again, so beating the shite out of her probably isn't on. Besides, wouldn't want you getting into trouble with the leather brigade. ;)

PS: Definitely better. Kids climbing over me? Ack.

Doug's sounding more like Strange every day, I swear... Same goofy happy look on both of them too. If I didn't know better, I'd say old Stick In The Mud was getting some. Strange, that is. I know Doug's getting some. ;)

Drinks it is. With boys - just managed to pin down Manuel, looking horribly pleased with himself. I'm afraid to ask. There's a pub in town Pete takes me to, they won't give us too much shite over ID any way.

You know you summed up a hell of a lot of American food with that sugar nad fake flavours bit?