"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[excuse another moment in which Rincewind's long-ignored libido has a fist fight with his panic over whether touching a boob would mean he's not a wizard anymore.]
She should have suspected when his first replies made no sense, she should have known when he hesitated in getting booty, but now there is no amount of mental gymnastics that can assume "the Luggage" is autocorrect for something.
The kind, responsible thing would be to correct this mistake immediately and apologize profusely and they can all have a good laugh about it later. But ... but mama horny. So. Guess this is happening now.]
All right, all right -- I won't pressure the pulse. [A beat.] You know that he is... obsessive about you, I will admit. Simply cannot help but wonder sometimes.
Oh, I'm sure it's his own issues. [not that Rincewind can pretend at sympathy in this situation either way. Added distance between the Lord and the Doctor? Good.]
[he's a thrumming, messy mix of excited and terrified but all right. All right, this is happening. This is going to be enjoyable. This absolutely will not be a huge, horrendous failure or mean he's no longer a wizard. Right.
He should bring multiple bottles of wine, probably.]
[Harley immediately has second thoughts, and is well into her sixth thoughts by the time he actually arrives. She gets fully dressed again, then fully undressed, before simply trying to make herself decent by throwing a short robe over the original outfit that wasn't even for him but here they are whoops. It's not trying very hard, but. An attempt was made.
She starts on a bottle of wine while she waits, partly out of nerves and partly so he doesn't see the total mess she makes opening the damn thing because she still hasn't bought a damn wine opening thingamajig.
She opens the door, bottle still in hand, when she hears him walk up. Or at least, she hopes it's him this time. Wasn't that a nice treat for the neighbors.]
Hi. You really-- Come on ["my face" damn it, Harley, stop this] um. Come in.
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wizzardly
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Date: 2016-12-07 04:57 pm (UTC)And you really want to do this now? with me?
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Date: 2016-12-07 05:50 pm (UTC)[Maybe more pictures will be more convincing.
And maybe one day she will check the damn "from" line.]
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Date: 2016-12-08 03:43 am (UTC)[unless he has a heart or panic attack on the way, a distinct possibility.]
I'll make sure the Luggage stays outside. [maybe he can bribe it into behaving with some new laundry and a bag of crisps.]
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Date: 2016-12-08 01:44 pm (UTC)Fuck.
She should have suspected when his first replies made no sense, she should have known when he hesitated in getting booty, but now there is no amount of mental gymnastics that can assume "the Luggage" is autocorrect for something.
The kind, responsible thing would be to correct this mistake immediately and apologize profusely and they can all have a good laugh about it later. But ... but mama horny. So. Guess this is happening now.]
k
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Date: 2016-12-10 05:23 am (UTC)Probably rubs off on him.
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Date: 2016-12-10 02:12 pm (UTC)[entirely intentional innuendo.]
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Date: 2016-12-10 10:12 pm (UTC)[NOT LETTING THE PANSEXUAL THING GO.]
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Date: 2016-12-12 03:09 am (UTC)It's a turn of phrase!
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Date: 2016-12-12 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-12 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)[Arguments. He means arguments.]
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Date: 2016-12-12 05:58 am (UTC)[specifically, that one where it was miscommunicated to Chilton that Rincewind sent a deadly intelligence agent to hypnotize and harm him.]
Do those happen often?
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Date: 2016-12-12 08:06 pm (UTC)I would not.
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Date: 2016-12-13 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-13 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-14 12:23 am (UTC)I've certainly always found you charming.
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Date: 2016-12-14 01:50 am (UTC)He should bring multiple bottles of wine, probably.]
Be right over.
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Date: 2016-12-14 07:02 pm (UTC)She starts on a bottle of wine while she waits, partly out of nerves and partly so he doesn't see the total mess she makes opening the damn thing because she still hasn't bought a damn wine opening thingamajig.
She opens the door, bottle still in hand, when she hears him walk up. Or at least, she hopes it's him this time. Wasn't that a nice treat for the neighbors.]
Hi. You really-- Come on ["my face" damn it, Harley, stop this] um. Come in.
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Date: 2016-12-15 02:09 am (UTC)[He wasn't honestly asking.]
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Date: 2016-12-15 04:41 am (UTC)[he's still not sure how Jeff found most of them.]
Did you know all of them beforehand? Most seemed quite all right. Although I've got some names to suggest you strike off any future guest lists.
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Date: 2016-12-15 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-15 04:38 pm (UTC)[not Rincewind's intended target for complaint, but certainly a suitable substitute.]
He called me a "whacko", did you know that? One of the only sane people in this whole bloody community and he's cheeky enough to say whacko.
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Date: 2016-12-16 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-16 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-17 07:17 am (UTC)I would never accuse Reggie of subtlety after all.