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[treadingdawn]

... To call you by any other name coming to mind at this very moment would infect my mouth with wickedness, so I will say this: I hold much dislike for you, Ophelia. Much dislike.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Pulling the shirt off. Blood on self ugh.]

Dry cleaners?

[See bits of who knows what in all that intricate embroidery.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Professional cleaners. There should be one or two around here.

[Please don't throw that shirt on the bed, Caspian.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Not throwing it on the bed, but he holds the stained linen shirt up so Peter can see.]

Do you think it possible?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

No.

[Curt answer, only because he thinks it's impossible.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. He folds the shirt up to toss into the trash. He went for weeks in the woods with just that shirt, sentimental value.]

I'm going to shower.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

All right.

[looking for a good place to sit!]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[There's the bed and one chair by the window. Talk about spartan furnishing, but maybe it's because this isn't a castle! Give Caspian a good ten minutes because his hair is unscathed. Three cheers.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Chair, get. Maybe the chair wasn't the best choice seeing how gosh darn long Caspian is taking.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Eventually he comes back in pants and a t-shirt. A t-shirt, no more intricately tailored PJs for Caspian. He's clean though, no gutsy air about his person.]

At the very least she didn't harm my armor.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Have you told her about the condition of your clothing?

[Maybe one day, Caspian will wear sweats.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Yes. I assure you she was thoroughly amused.

[No sorry, that would be a cold day in hell.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

That isn't very fair of her.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Door shut, and he takes a look outside the window like Ophelia might be on the lawn, being a bitch.]

I should not have expected any less than that from her. What are you doing right that you would escape most curses unscathed?

[He leans against the window sill, arms crossed.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[That last question just makes Peter grin. Is he smug? Slightly.]

Luck.

[After a bit of thinking, he adds on.]

I wouldn't say entirely unscathed. I made quite an ass of myself a few curses ago when I thought I was a university drop out.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Smuuuug huh?] That is what Xing-Ke said, until he found himself in a dress.

Please let us not compare who made a bigger ass of himself that time.

[Aren't you a moodlifter, Peter.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

There could be another reason I'm not seeing, but so far, there seems to be no logic behind these curses.

[Shrug. He tries!]

I'm not comparing.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I think I will continue to apply luck in your case.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter doesn't like that tone of voice, but he can't refuted it.]

Luck is a valuable asset to have. It's useful in any sort of situation.

[Swiveling to stare Caspian down.]

This one, for instance.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He's taller, that's impossible.]

I will remember that the next time perhaps you are cast in a dress or made into a little gold kitten.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[... what.]

A kitten?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I have heard it happens here.

[Afraid of being cursed or taking offense to the kitten eh?]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Hopefully, I'd be fortunate enough to miss that one.

[A kitten? Pft.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Oh who's the smug one now.]

Lucky enough you mean.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Fortunate and lucky mean nearly the same thing, Caspian.

[Peter just thinks they should send someone back to school.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Home schooled remember, but don't hold that against Caspian.]

I would not say a man who gambles and wins is simply fortunate.