text, u.n: j.watson

[enarms]

He looks cute but he's a thieving little shit. If you've lost anything small over the last few weeks, sorry. I'll bring it back if you get in touch.

[ is this John Watson, posting photos of his ferret to soothe the masses? it might be. but he also genuinely does have a room full of trinkets that don't belong to him, and there are also a few attached images here of all the things his little tyke of an animal has thieved while John's been otherwise engaged.

(but mostly he's just hanging out with a long fluff, finding it therapeutic and wants to share the feeling - and hey, sooner or later somebody has to get back to pretending nothing's happening and treating the network like a Facebook wall. why not him?) ]

(( ooc: feel free to chime in with "that X in the picture is mine"/"do you have my Y?" etc if you fancy it! basic guidelines are if a ferret could feasibly carry it, this ferret could feasibly have stolen it. ))

Comments

[priorly]

If you wanted something that smells of me you could simply have asked. You've done me enough favors, I'm not one to judge.

[enarms]

[ la... ughs, fuck. he's casting about in the debris of fallen stolen things for what could be Prior's. ]

I can't get it back to you unless you tell me what it is.

[priorly]

Oh, no. Keep them. Tuck them under your pillow on those lonely nights.

[enarms]

It's pants, isn't it? For God's sake. [ slightly away from the device: ] — You're a menace.

[priorly]

I don't want them back. Not somewhere I'd hope to get fleas.

[enarms]

Noted. I'll buy you dinner sometime to make up for the lost pair. I'm sure they were some sort of luxurious cotton blend.

[ dinner? one because a drink isn't worth much when they can both get them on the house at Shades, two because then he gets to make sure Prior's eating something decent. three because it might be nice to do something pleasant and bordering on normal, for christ's sake ]

[priorly]

Oh, as if you haven't been close enough to the threadcount to know.

[And what's wrong with wanting comfort in extremis.]

And I'd take you up, but I can't put sometime in my diary.

[enarms]

[ a huff, a put-on kind of put-out. ]

Then pick a date. As long as it's not a weekend, I'm all yours. Not tonight, either. Tomorrow?

[priorly]

[The obvious question:]

What are the weekends?

[enarms]

Work.

[ yyyyes he sure is going back immediately. ]

[priorly]

[This is where Prior would ask if he'd slept but. You know.]

Oh, that old rival. Always competing with me for attention, a girl could feel inadequate.

A friday then. I am supposed to be resting this week, I'm told. Unless you'd like to feed me peeled grapes.

[enarms]

I would not.

[ but he does appreciate the active mention of getting some rest in. Good. ]

Next Friday? I might stretch to bringing you come grapes or another fruit of your choice in the meantime, if you're lucky.

[priorly]

Grapes are too acidic. You can bring me cheese and crackers. Bring Little John, we'll make a picnic of it.

[enarms]

[ what's that sound? it's John's hand dragging down his face. ]

He's going to start answering to that.

[priorly]

He slept on my chest for three days, he already does.

[enarms]

You're both traitors.

[priorly]

Are you jealous?

...Which of us are you jealous of?

[enarms]

I'm upset that you're both happy to besmirch my good name is what I am.

[priorly]

Considering what of mine's been besmirched, I think I'm more than within my rights.

Anyway, it isn't your name. Unless you already know of something with the moniker.

[enarms]

Go away. You watch and see if I bring you any crackers now.

[priorly]

So you do.

[enarms]

No. I don't. I just don't appreciate you lowering the tone of my very tasteful pet-shaming post.