[she pokes her tongue out at the tablet and gags out loud at "hot fuzz".]
You're vile.
And of course we have animals back home. Tamed ones, like dogs, cats, chocobos, and so on, and wild beasts alike. Most of them can't speak.
[she doesn't want to give in, but she knows it might be the easiest thing to do to get him to shut up. And he's only going to get more embarrassing the longer she holds out. So, with a deep, sinking feeling, she says:]
I'll tell you what: let's make it even. You show me your face on the video, and then I'll turn my video on. We can both satisfy our curiosity.
Unless you're embarrassed about not living up to your username.
[Can Burmecians actually vomit? Or are they prevented like normal rats. Biology questions for the ages.
House hasn't used the video function and doesn't particularly want to given the fact that he knows he looks like hell. It hasn't been that long that he's been here, but it's long enough that he really is starting to look like a complete hobo with a salt and pepper beard and his brown and equally graying hair poking out in wispy curls from beneath his beanie. But he's not going to back down.]
wanna see my pretty face? not as furry as yours but I'm working on it this is lasting long enough for you to get a look, furball, then i'm going back to text there are like eight people in this freaking shed
[He flips over to video and she'll be treated to a look of mild irritation on his face. House's eyes glance up every so often, checking on the others as he waits for a view of her face and tail.]
Oh, look on the bright side, doctor. At least that means its warm.
[even with a comforter and her fur, she's uncomfortably cold anywhere but beside the fire she's built. Not to mention the silence. She thinks she'd take even being in close quarters with House and seven other randos over being alone in this house.]
[not that she'd say any of that out loud. In fact, as she takes in his appearance, she doesn't say anything at all, hoping she can make him feel awkward. Like a specimen, instead of a person, even.]
[now who would go and do a thing like that. What a mystery.]
[but, at last:]
I wonder: would asking for a real name to go with that face be pushing my luck?
Edited (notices a typo ten years later and edits anyway) 2015-10-21 01:14 (UTC)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
no subject
You're vile.
And of course we have animals back home. Tamed ones, like dogs, cats, chocobos, and so on, and wild beasts alike. Most of them can't speak.
[she doesn't want to give in, but she knows it might be the easiest thing to do to get him to shut up. And he's only going to get more embarrassing the longer she holds out. So, with a deep, sinking feeling, she says:]
I'll tell you what: let's make it even. You show me your face on the video, and then I'll turn my video on. We can both satisfy our curiosity.
Unless you're embarrassed about not living up to your username.
>video
House hasn't used the video function and doesn't particularly want to given the fact that he knows he looks like hell. It hasn't been that long that he's been here, but it's long enough that he really is starting to look like a complete hobo with a salt and pepper beard and his brown and equally graying hair poking out in wispy curls from beneath his beanie. But he's not going to back down.]
wanna see my pretty face?
not as furry as yours
but I'm working on it
this is lasting long enough for you to get a look, furball, then i'm going back to text
there are like eight people in this freaking shed
[He flips over to video and she'll be treated to a look of mild irritation on his face. House's eyes glance up every so often, checking on the others as he waits for a view of her face and tail.]
no subject
[even with a comforter and her fur, she's uncomfortably cold anywhere but beside the fire she's built. Not to mention the silence. She thinks she'd take even being in close quarters with House and seven other randos over being alone in this house.]
[not that she'd say any of that out loud. In fact, as she takes in his appearance, she doesn't say anything at all, hoping she can make him feel awkward. Like a specimen, instead of a person, even.]
[now who would go and do a thing like that. What a mystery.]
[but, at last:]
I wonder: would asking for a real name to go with that face be pushing my luck?
no subject
well, gosh, all you had to do was ask
my name's gregory house
SO nice to meet you
you can call me gory
it's a doctor joke
show me your tail
no subject
[she snorts and reaches to prop up the tablet, to frame herself... but then she hesitates. She looks at the icon for video. She doesn't push it yet.]
I could refuse to indulge you.
[is she stalling? She's definitely stalling.]
It might serve you right, to be left tailless after all of this nonsense.
no subject
sure
if YOU doing mind being a lying scumbag who doesn't uphold her end of a deal
i mean i'm fine with that