#conversation .

@imprisonedlight.  -  ray set the mug in front of rosalie and joined her at the table. a heavy pile of paperwork was perched on the counter, which he was steadfastly ignoring. rose’s presence was his current excuse for not thinking about it, though earlier it had been laundry and a malfunctioning laptop. “thank god for coffee,” he said, and took a sip. “nah, i take that back. tastes like death. how’ve you been, rosie?”

@sylallenby.   –   he caught sight of her coming down the lane, and had to do a double-take. the moment he was sure it was sylvia he had to wonder if he really wanted to see her again or not. it had been a long time – they’d lost touch soon after she was changed, not because he’d had anything against her, but rather because he had places to be that weren’t london, and besides, he was pretty damn sure she’d become some sort of criminal. which was fine by him, really. he was the last person who could judge. that he didn’t know exactly where she’d gone and what she’d done was enough to tip the scales in a meeting’s favour; he walked over. “long time no see. what the hell are you doing in kansas?”

@kvisms.  -  jane eyed the toaster with some apprehension before snatching its burnt victims out of its grasp. there had been the anticipation of heat, but no fire  -  she dropped the charred toast into the waiting garbage can, and turned to kieran, hands on her hips. “i don’t know how that happened. how do you feel about an omelette?”

Oh mum you are funny.