Hurricane Hattie on the Horizon

[ella_of_frell]

Who: Ella of Frell, Hattie of Ehvenn, Dorian of Gray (er, wait -- )
When: Today!
Where: Dorian's Place
Summary: Studying at Dorian's apartment after seeing to the 'mildew' problem. Hattie's paranoia leads her to the apartment.
Warnings: Hattie. :I And probably lots of arguing. And ... god help us all.


Still a little frustrated over Hattie's behavior of late, not to mention a few other things, Ella had agreed to see to Dorian's mildew problem. She was dressed in an altered version of the French Maid outfit that Haruhi had snipped to h-ll and back, having sewn a layered skirt over it so she didn't embarrass herself or give people the wrong idea. A knock at the door heralded Her arrival at the apartment. After they tackled this issue, they could work on those French lessons.

Comments

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie gives an excited squeal to the pat, loses her senses and starts laughing for a good fifteen seconds. Thankfully she doesn't hyperventilate and regains her breath, hand to her chest while fanning herself with her free hand.]

Y- Yes! Th- that will.. *huff* do, thank you very much.. Goodness, *hooh* it's warm in here.

[ooc: So Sorry!]

[mostbeautiful]

[OOC: I apologize. Since it's not my post, when Hattie responds to Ella I don't get a notif. I usually RP by my notifs so I keep missing this one. So sorry!]

Are you in need of a drink of water?

[He knows exactly what the 'problem' is. He grins.]

Tis okay! :D

[ella_of_frell]

Oh she's in need of a great deal more than that. [ Like a pair of brain cells to rub together. ]

I wouldn't want her to faint dead away, poor dear, this weather doesn't agree with her. [ Grin and bear it, Ella, Grin and bear it. ]

Why don't I show her to a seat?

Aha I see. Well then TAKE THIS!

[blondandperfect]

[The newest reality show is now here: My Stepsister is a HATER!! Ella gets a brief glare for a moment.]

O- Oh yes, that would be wonderful, Mister Gra- Oh!

[She pretends her legs get weak so she can lean against Dorian. There's no way in hell Ella is showing her to a seat. Go do some work, you bum!]

Oh how embarrassing~. Could you show me to a seat, Dorian? Ella can get me water instead.

Thanks!

[mostbeautiful]

[Dorian knows a fake faint when he sees it, and he believes he understands. Such techniques are typical of women. He holds her, still laughing to himself, his vanity tickled.]

Of course, dear.

[He begins to walk her to a chair.]

Ella, my darling, could you please get your sister some water? She appears to be... [He smirks.] Overcome.

[ella_of_frell]

[ Oh. My. GOD. This is painful. Physically painful. Ella inwardly suppresses a groan, not sure which was worse - Hattie's obviousness or Dorian just eating it up. Just... someone kill her so she doesn't have to see this. ]

... I'd be happy to fetch water for her. But don't call me darling. [ The LAST thing she needs is for Hattie to get the wrong idea because Dorian had a habit of using such terms for the women around him. And off she pops to get water! ]

[blondandperfect]

[Too late. Hattie is already frowning again and shooting another glare at Ella. What's with this 'my darling' thing?? She even glares at her back until she's gone- Now she has him to herself, and gladly follows his lead.]

Forgive Ella, she lets her emotions get the better of her sometimes. Thank you so much for your help, I'm so sorry for being a bother~.

[mostbeautiful]

A woman as pretty as you is never a bother.

[ella_of_frell]

[ She can HEAR you out there Dorian. You're KILLING her. She bustles about in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water. She could forgive the flirty attitude towards Hattie - that's pretty much expected. But using those same terms of endearment is going to make Hattie think there was something when there was nothing. ]

IF you don't want to be a bother, leave. [ Muttering under her breath. Eyeing the water for a few minutes, seriously considering spitting in the glass. . . nah. She takes the glass out to the living room, all smiles again. ]

Here you are Hattie, how are you feeling? Better?

Ew, Ella. >:/

[blondandperfect]

[Once Hattie is sat down, she continues to fan herself with her hand. She's no stranger to compliments, but it's so different to get them from such handsome, well-off men! Needless to say she's very happy and goes into another fit of giggles at his compliment.]

Oh stop! [Don't stop.] .. Do you really think I'm pret- Wha- Huh? Ella, what are you doing here??

[mostbeautiful]

Now, would I say it if it weren't true?

[Dorian chuckles, still lapping up her reaction to his flirting.]

Ella's just bringing you some water. A delicate flower like yourself should rest and recover. Here.

[He takes the glass from Ella] Thank you, you are most kind. [And hands it to Hattie.]

[ella_of_frell]

Oh my god. [ Muttering under her breath with a hand over her face. PFF. Really Hattie. Really? She gave a dry laugh slipping out. This is beyond pathetic. And painful. Why did she have to see this? ]

Oh yeah, I'm all heart aren't I?

[ She grins wryly, folding her arms and, watching Hattie's dramatics with a sick expression on her face. Really Hattie it was /nauseating/. Finally she rolled her eyes a bit, shaking her head and turning away. ]

Do you need me for anything else?

[blondandperfect]

[THIS is what you'll have to face when Hattie brings home a boyfriend, Ella. Just.. Take it allllllllll in and know your fate. Also, the look given to Ella clearly says 'Stop pulling me out of my happy place!']

Oh, thank you so much Dorian. It's so sweet of you to be concerned for little me.. You're such a gentleman~. [She flutters her eyelashes as she accepts the glass and takes a sip while trying to think of how to get rid of Ella. How can she make the girl look as unappealing as possible in the process?]

Do you have a fireplace, Dorian?

[mostbeautiful]

A fireplace? I'm sorry. I'm afraid we're quite humble here. I don't have one. But, if you have a chill, I can get you a blanket.

[He pats Hattie's shoulder and looks up at Ella.]

Were you going to stay for your French lesson, my dear?

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella tensed a bit when Hattie inquired about the fireplace, because she knew DAMN well why. Ignore the strained smile on her face would you, dear stepsister, she's still feeling sick to her stomach at this pandering you're doing, Hattie. ]

Huh?

[ Ella blinked at Dorian, jarred out of her thoughts, and then a hand flew to her mouth. ]

Oh! Yes, the French lessons, of course! I'd love to but- [ Here she shot a quick glance at Hattie. Oh it would GRATE on her wouldn't it? ]

I'd understand if you'd rather see to my stepsister. We can reschedule the lesson for another time.

[blondandperfect]

[No fireplace? Curses.. However as she thinks about it a bit more, an even better opportunity presents itself. French lessons, is it? Hattie raises her hands to hug herself, after giving a small, delighted squeak to his touch.]

Oh no no, by all means.. We still have some time. Though in the meantime I would really appreciate a blanket, Dorian.. [She pouts.] Please~.

[mostbeautiful]

[Dorian nods at Hattie, throwing her a bright smile. Ladies were so fragile.]

Certainly, sweeting. Please excuse me for a moment.

[He crosses the room to a small chest with bedding in it. He pulls out an old quilt he found when he was getting bedding together. He speaks to Ella as he moves.]

There's no need for that. We've got plenty of time. I'd be delighted to do your lesson as scheduled, unless you have other plans.

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella grimaces. She really didn't mind continuing her lessons, but with Hattie here, she was far too on edge. THen again this was an excellent way to prove to her there was nothing between her and Dorian. ]

All right, if you're sure, and my stepsister doesn't mind. We can pick up where we left off then?

[blondandperfect]

[Oh don't worry, Ella, Hattie will make sure that there's nothing going on. When Dorian steps away, Hattie hisses to Ella, 'Once I cough, you are going to end your sentences with 'herp'. You will end every second sentence with 'derp'.']

[She then sits there like an angel once Dorian returns, giggling once the blanket is slipped over her shoulders.]

Oh I have no problem. Please carry on~.

[mostbeautiful]

Absolutely we'll pick up where we left off. Let me go and get the books.

[He knows Hattie said SOMETHING to Ella. But, she does seem rather jealous of her sister. So, he doesn't read anything into it. He flashes Hattie a smile.]

Quite all right there, Miss?

[He goes over to a bookshelf and pulls down some of the French grammar books he'd managed to pick up.]

Curse this place. I had some better titles at home. Still, we'll make do.

[ella_of_frell]

[ ... she. Hates. You. So. Much. Right now, Hattie. Though it is quite possibly the -weirdest- command she's ever been given to date. ]

That's all right Dorian. You don't mind if I get a glass of water also do you de- [ She claps a hand over her mouth. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuu- ]

Derp. [ She's going to say that as quietly under her as possible.

[blondandperfect]

[Yes it is a weird command. And if Hattie has her way, Ella is going to come off as the weirdest person Dorian has ever met. Smug smug. She does pause a moment since the command, to her, seemed to take effect without coughing.]

Oh dear, you're not getting the hiccups again, are you? A gentleman such as Dorian wouldn't mind you getting water, we'll just catch up a little while you get it.

[And she immediately turns to Dorian, charmed by his smile.]

She goes into fits sometimes. You know, when I heard you fluently spoke the 'language of love', I couldn't help but feel how.. Fitting that is.

[mostbeautiful]

Fits? I've never saw one before. Here, Ella dear, let me get you some water.

[He exists, patting Hattie's shoulder first, and smiling warmly at Ella.]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Quit calling me 'dear' already. Hattie's probably got ten different scenarios involving us yeesh. Ella smiles weakly at Hattie, and ... shakes her head, not chancing speaking as long as she can help it. No, she's not getting hiccups and you damn well know that. Cow.
Turning to Dorian, Ella clears her throat, nodding gratefully, making a pleased noise of approval. Yay water. ... this... was going to be difficult. ]

[blondandperfect]

[It's too late. Far too late. The moment 'dear' was said, Hattie was glaring -daggers- at Ella, with a frown so deep it'd make old men go 'damn!'. And who's a cow? You're a.. Thing!! She grits her teeth so firmly, they might break! When Dorian leaves she hisses:]

Why you little.. When you talk, speak in pig latin too!