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]

[A terrible example? Or the best example??]

... Hmph. I see, so you're not as oblivious as I thought you were. There's some hope for you yet, Ella, so long as you remember who I have dibs upon.

[It had never occurred to her to ask Ella for Bya's address. She had Dorian's now, though. Hattie shuffled a moment in her shoulderbag.]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Worst example. Definitely. Ella inwardly sighed. ]

When will you understand I don't have designs on anyone here? Honestly... [ She waves a hand absently regardless. ]

Let's just get home, huh?

[blondandperfect]

I make the decisions around here!

...

I think we should head home.

[THANK YOU HATTIE. Once she heads out of the apartment, she ooohs as she finds her pen and pad, muttering 'Pheelowmana'. However she hands them to Ella.]

I don't know how to spell that, so write down the names of those people that know you have to do as you're told.

...

And hand them back when you're done.

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella rolls her eyes. ]

Whatever... [ Sigh. Though she grimaces at the latter, nodding slowly. ]

I'll get the list for you written up when we get home.

[ She will too! It just won't be legible. But again, she'll be exerting every loophole she can think of to avoid naming Toushirou. She'll write in Ayorthian too, if she has to. ]

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie peers. PEERS. What is Ella up to? She probably thinks Hattie will forget- But she won't! Well, probably.]

... Good.

[Oh. They have to take a cab home, won't they? She frowns.]

I'm tired of cabs. I'm going to the car dealer's tomorrow.

wow, I got hit by tag lazies lol

[ella_of_frell]

[ PFF, walk, you lazy bum. That's how Ella got here -- okay no, she took the train. But most of it was walking. ]

... why are you going to a car dealership when you can't drive?

JUST. AS. PLANNED. 1/2

[blondandperfect]

[RUDE! And wow, the train? All the more reason to get a car!]

... Um.

2/2

[blondandperfect]

[ Recall the words from a wise priest, Hattie!

That's a secret.

[FIN(??)]