You can climb a ladder up to the sun.

Oh-! I didn't mean to make you think-!

[Splishing, splashing...he's getting out. Looks to see if she can go to a place not so near the door to look as though she wasn't waiting. I mean. She wasn't.]

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[Draining the bath, how very unkingly of you Caspian. Damn, he turns the shower on as if this'll make the old bathwater drain faster. Aslan bless modern day plumbing though.]

I should have vacated earlier, it's all right.

[Oh look, all he has is his towel. How embarrassing. Caspian opens the door just a sliver.]

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[Susan isn't directly in sight. In fact, she's found her way to the far end of the hallway straightening the towels in their place.]

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Susan?

[Edmund? Damn. Being a gentleman it's only right that he wait for her to finish whatever it is she's doing before he can come out.]

I apologize, take your time.

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[That is a well organized closet. She shuts it and smiles.]

No worry. Are you alright? You...take that long normally?

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No. I was very tired today, I must have closed my eyes and... Well, thank you for alerting me.

[Totally talking to her through the door.]

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You fell asleep?

[Tilt of her head.]

You should be very careful. I've heard of people drowning that way.

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It will not happen again, I assure you.

[Wondering when he's going to be able to get out, not for once thinking he's somehow being played.]

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I've been baking. I was going to tell you that you best try a few before Edmund does. Chances are half of them are gone already.

[Hopes there isn't any flour or anything on the only clothes she has right now.]

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[The smell of cookies on someone is nearly a dozen times as alluring as any good-looking form in his eyes. What a strange way to look at things. Edmund has his fingers guiltily sticky with some uncooked cookie dough batter that Susan had left out. He has a nose for these sorts of things, and he follows them. He's already ravaged a tray already. He's licking at his messy sticky digits, rounding around the flat, trying to find the source of the homely smell when he catches sight of Susan, and someone he now likens to a trapped animal.]

Oh, there you are. [Edmund steps, he's probably intruding on something but--] I think you need more cookies.

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[Funny, he's just thinking about how he has no clothes at all. Just this towel. And wouldn't you know you covers only waist to knee, and that's just not enough for Caspian X, especially with a lady outside. He might give her a fright after all.]

Edmund?

[SAVED. Well, not if they intend to talk about food in the hallway all night.]

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[Susan startles at the sound of his voice and turns. The sight of the mess he's made of himself--and before dinner!--her jaw drops.]

Ed! I wasn't even finished. You ate the dough?

[Her voice takes on a very sisterly authoritative scolding in the tone. She steps away from the door.]

Would you look at yourself. Honestly.

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[The sucking on a finger stops at his sister's scolding. Edmund does what anyone in his situation would do -- he panics. But doesn't show it. He looks affronted. To Caspian, Edmund inclines him a brief nod in passing, only letting his gaze linger briefly when he realises--oh--someone's reasonably naked. Interesting.]

Well, it was sitting out there! You shouldn't leave things just sitting there if you don't want anyone to have at it! And you know I was around! So, really, this is all your fault.

Edited Date: 2008-07-19 07:05 am (UTC)

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[The door opens gradually. Soon enough a wet, tanned, and very svelte Telmarine slinks out. He's trying to cross the hall into his room as if he doesn't mind them being there, but rest assured he's a little shy. He does give Edmund a quick apologetic nod, knowing he's taking a fall for this.]

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[He just had to use his fingers didn't he? No doubt the spoon is on the counter top and gooping all over. Did he eat the dozen that had been cooling?]

You asked me to make cookies. The last you could have done was wait for them.

[Idly rubs her temple.]

Caspian and Peter haven't had any. Did you eat all of them and the dough?

[Caspian? Oh. Susan glances over to the bathroom which is now opened. Oops.]

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[Edmund waves a dirty hand idly, hopes it distracts his sister well enough as he sighs, rather dramatically in a manner that'd do Lucy proud.]

All right. I had at one tray. I was kind. Promise!

[From his peripheral vision, Edmund's watching Casian, a move of lithe grace and sneakiness that impresses Edmund, King of Sly and Sneak. Edmund gets an eyeful of a toned body, tanned rather nicely, if he do say so himself. Getting in trouble is worth it. It's not unlike Edmund to not admire all of Aslan's creatures, male or female.]

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[He's playing it cool of course, as cool as Caspian can as he waltzes into their shared room and even pokes his head out to give them all a semblance of normalcy.]

I will be out in a few minutes.

[And where is the eldest brother one wonders. If they only knew what Peter was up to right now.]

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[Well Caspian is getting dressed now. That means he can join in. Susan shakes her head and approaches Edmund McStickyfingers.]

Kind? I'll be the judge of that. Scoot.

[Oh but she doesn't mean to come off so cross.]

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