Re: Seymour & Rose (Two Sides of a Rose)

Who: Seymour Niples
Where: Seymour's (now shared) Ambassadorial Quarters
When: Late afternoon, around tea-time
<snip>
"never mind.." he
said, forgetting his anger at her for a moment, and just turned the
TV off, so he could continue to listen to Bach.
Rosette smiled in her sleep, though most would say luckily for her,
she'd never remember the dream she was dreaming, (the squeemish
should stop reading now) a dream of seymour.
<end snip>
Seymour paced up and down his apartment as Rosette slept on his sofa.
"That's MY sofa!" He grumbled under his breath, just quiet enough to
not disturb her, although he was stomping around to deliberately
disturb her. "I want my sofa!" he said.
Truth be told, he had several other sofas in his apartment. All of
which were more comfortable and he usually sat in much more. But
tonight, out of spite. He really wanted to sit on the one where
Rosette was.
Seymour stomped a lot more, walking right by her head as it was
pressed onto a cushion with a royal motif. HIS cushion with a royal motif.
"You better not drool on my cushion!" he pointed at her accusingly,
but she didn't move, flinch or open her eyes.
As he pointed accusingly at her, Seymour noticed how pretty her face
was now that she's had a wash, although she still retained her
rough-and-ready look. This frustrated him even more.
Seymour was unsure what to do. It was as if having this newcomer into
his flat had changed everything. Things were unbalanced; the serenity
of his own personal space had been severely disrupted.
Angrily, he marched to the bathroom for a shower. The first thing he
noticed in the exquisite bathroom was that the toilet roll had been
changed, Rosette had obviously been in there earlier and changed the
roll. This was all fine, and much better is Seymour's opinion of just
leaving a bare cardboard roll on the holder (which frustrated him so
much that he never ever went to public toilets because of it). But she
had put the new toilet roll on the wrong way around, with the loose
end facing the wall.
Seymour gasped in horror. "How dare she?" he said, almost shouting.
"Toilet roll that way around makes it incredibly hard to tear off, and
can also get condensation from the wall!" he was so shocked and upset
that he charged outside and started making as much noise as possible
until she woke up.
Rosette rubbed her eyes to see Seymour playing a grand piano loudly
and attempting to blow into a tuba at the same time.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, having to shout over the din.
"What?" asked Seymour as if everything was okay. "This is what I
normally do on an evening, practise my one-man classical orchestra!"
<tag Rose! I love making Seymour annoy people!>
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "chanced_freedom"
<freedomisoverrated@...> wrote:
>
> who: i hope you can figure that one out
> Where: Seymours apartment
> When: Just after Onion's last post
>
> (ooc: i like this idea, carry on!)
>
> "I know you don't want me here," Rosette started, looking up at
> Seymour, "but i don't have anywhere else to go..." she said, putting
> on the classic puppy eyes that always seems to make guys melt.
>
> "AND you wasted most of my wine!" Seymour yelled, not planning on
> forgetting that any time soon. He stared down at her, the puppy eyes
> barely working, most likely because he was a poof.
>
> Rosette stopped the face, and took her feet off of the sofa, leaving
> enough space for her to grab seymours arm, and virtually pull him
> over her. "You'll never be able to read that book with this noise
> going on" she said, talking about the TV she was watching, but
> Seymour forgot about that as the sound of a laser ricochet blasted
> through his room.
>
> "You're right..." he said, making himself comfortable. "Anyway...
> what job..." he started, turning to face her, but stopped in mid
> sentence, as it appeared that she'd fallen asleep. "never mind.." he
> said, forgetting his anger at her for a moment, and just turned the
> TV off, so he could continue to listen to Bach.
>
> Rosette smiled in her sleep, though most would say luckily for her,
> she'd never remember the dream she was dreaming, (the squeemish
> should stop reading now) a dream of seymour.
>
> <tag Onion! this is fun :D>
>