#nothingfunnyaboutme

A smile found its way to her lips as soon as she saw him, looking far less out of place than he could have done as he lingered outside the wing of the university that housed her office. She was quick to suppress it, however, as she drew close enough to call out to him.

“Honey, please tell me you’re open to new experiences, because I do not want to let you out of my sight any time soon.”

Before he even had time to think of an appropriate response on of his eyebrows had gone into overdrive and was trying to climb up his forehead.

"I didn’t partake in the celebrations. Wish you’d asked me?" It was accompanied by an infuriating smirk.

"Oh, darling, we do not do the asking." She pronounced in the clipped tones of her British monarchs, before bursting out laughing. "Besides, darling, that's an entirely terrible notion. I'm rather inclined to think that after ten minutes, this -" She indicated to the whole of him, "- will fall apart and you'll start being perfectly awful with the teasing." 

​"Are you alright?"

She wondered how many people had asked him that of late, rather than any sort of question pertaining to their Master of Ceremonies. As far as she was aware, she was one of the few who actually knew what had happened - and it certainly wasn't because she had been explicitly told about it. 

It hadn't taken much for her to put two and two together, but she had kept the realisation largely to herself. This was not the kind of incident that was helped by those outside of it making a fuss.

"I'm so glad you're here.

give me a letter and i'll tell you my 5 favourite blogs starting with that letter

{ Silly Deanna~ }

R: ...the only r-blogs I follow I haven't had the chance to read/interact with yet, so uhm...substitution! M: mazenderan and masterofmirrors, both run by some doofus who keeps talking to me. ;) JK. I adore said doofus, she makes my life special. <3 

E: enjoysherhandcuffs, BLESS APRIL FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AMEN, O LIGHT OF MY DASH; eaterofwxrlds, a totes badass IT/Pennywise blog.

"Herr Herman-," Sally cooed from the chair opposite her mirror, watching his reflection in the glass in front of her. "I - oh, I'm dreadfully sorry to borrow you, but if you've got a moment spare, loveling, then well...you couldn't possibly help a girl out, could you?"

She dipped her eyes, burying a smile as just somehow, the silk of her dressing gown draped to the middle of her back, cranes and chrysanthemums folding together where the fabric slouched beneath her indents of her shoulder blades low enough to show that she wasn't wearing a stitch more beneath it. 

  She clutched the front of it together in her fingers, sneaking a little glance back at him and whether he'd yet made a move towards the bait. Step one.

"Just the man I was looking for." She smirked over her bare shoulder as Herman entered the dressing room.