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the demon's lexicon - mae crawford

048 ⇨ voice

Okay. No-one else is saying it, so I will.

It looks like today we've got a problem. Of pocket dimensions.

[Aaaaaand pause. Aaaaand snort.] I feel much better now.

private to Derek Hale;

I got something of yours.

[ooc; BOLDLY GOING WHERE NO MEN HAVE GONE - bad puns.]

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I don't get it.

[ Clueless Li :c ]

[She sounds amused.]

Do you? Holding it in, were you?

Mae, this is not how pocket dimensions work.

[Jokes don't translate well, okay.]

[ she understood the joke well enough to laugh -- science puns, gotta love 'em -- but can't help but agree with the statement above. ]

What Chekov said. I doubt we've got a case of roaming pocket dimensions on our hands.

You reach into a pocket and it's not yours? I'm pretty sure that makes it another dimension.

[She's pulling your leg, Pavel.]

But at least you laughed.

Oh yes. You know me, always have to be clever.

It's because whenever I stick my hand in my pockets, I end up grabbing things from someone else's pockets.

[Minus the groping.]

Is it my phone?

It is your phone!

Did you know my twin brothers while they were here? You three together would be a riot.

Hmm, your twin brothers? Tall, redheads, liked to play Quidditch without their shirts on?

I knew them.

[A quiet huff.]

That's right. But that could be any of my brothers, save for Percy and Ron.

Huh.

[By which she means hngh.]

[She doesn't quite notice it, carrying on with,]

Yeah, summers have everyone on brooms and most likely without shirts. Probably why the freckles are everywhere. Mum thinks everyone's going to melt their skin off.