六十一 [Accidental Voice Post]

[revengeisalie]

[A harsh, sandy kind of sound - that of a rough brush being continuously scrubbed against a surface; muttering in-between. There is a clearly annoyed edge to it.]

Chores, chores - nothing but chores! Geez, why is it always ME? This household is seriously no different than a freakin' pack of wolves --

[The scrubbing is interrupted and a light gasp does a poor job of filling the silence.]

Hey! Hey, Rip! You could do something, too, you know!

(OOC: Family day. Rip van Winkle is the big sister, Integra Hellsing the evil stepmother. ... yes.)

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[Still accidental voice]

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

[Still accidental voice]

[revengeisalie.livejournal.com]

[Still accidental voice]

[hiscountess.livejournal.com]

What are you waiting for?

[She's glaring, Rip. You better dart out before all teeth go sharp.]

Don't distract your sister from work.

[Still accidental voice]

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

--Yes, yes, I'm going.

[Still accidental voice]

[hiscountess.livejournal.com]

Don't distract yourself when you are out. I know how long it takes to go to the cigar store and return without stops.

[Still accidental voice]

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

B-but I thought about getting dinner, too...

[Still accidental voice]

[hiscountess.livejournal.com]

If you don't wish to become my dinner you ought to return soon.

[Still accidental voice]

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

I... I understand.

[Still accidental voice]

[hiscountess.livejournal.com]

[She grins in the shadows. Glasses giving an evil glint.]