Post by Quakerlol on Feb 2, 2012 18:12:22 GMT -6
It was a beautiful day in the park. Birds were singing, the moon was shining full, and Aarsamir and Kyachril were bickering. Again. It was pretty normal in a troll city to have a couple hate-couples arguing in any particular place, but these two were getting particularly loud. The Catalyst was nagging the Agitator about something and Aarsamir was not listening at all. She was trying to block out Kyachril's voice, but nothing was working. Not turning up the music in her head, not focusing on something else. She came to the conclusion that she was going to have to either stop Kyachril from talking or go completely insane. She rolled her eyes. "GOD," she interrupted, "do you ever SHUT UP?" Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed Kyachril by the shoulders and forcibly kissed her. To her credit the Catalyst did stop talking briefly, before shoving Aarsamir's face away.
"We are not going to snog in public," she stated. "People are watching."
"You think I (are?" the Agitator replied, pushing her face in again. The Catalyst stopped her with a hand.
"I care! I care!"
The Agitator smirked, wrapping an arm around the Catalyst's waist. "And sin(e when have I )irstened to anything you say?" she asked.
Kyachril groaned. "Ugh, never. I use reverse psyychologyy whenever I can."
"What?" Aarsamir blinked in confusion. "When did you do that?"
The Catalyst smiled. "I made yyou think I hated Troll Orson Scott Card's books. So yyou bought me one."
"Wait. You don't hate hirs books?"
"I enjoyyed it tremendouslyy."
"You sneaky BITCH." The Agitator glared at her. "I hate you so mu(h."
"YYep." Aarsamir began to lean in again, and Kyachril's eyes widened. "Oh no, Oh, yyou aren't going to snog mmmmmmphhh--" She struggled against the Agitator and eventually broke free for a breath. "Oh gog yyou alwayys wait until I'm sayying something."
The Agitator smirked. "We)) it's the on)y way I (an get you to shut the he)) up."
"Hmph."
"Your voi(e is jurst so obnoxiours, I have to get you to stop somehow," the Agitator continued. "And snogging irs the most effe(tive way."
"YYou are so... ugh." The Catalyst sighed.
"Heh. Thank you."
"YYou are most explicitlyy NOT welcome."
Aarsamir leaned over to whisper in the Catalyst's ear. "Fu(k you," she murmured in her most seductive tone.
"Likewise." The Catalyst completely failed at a seductive tone of her own.
"I hate it when you say that." Aarsamir muffled a laugh. "Also you fai) at sexy ta)k so bad)y."
Kyachril rolled her eyes. "YYou make the most ridiculous of comments sometimes. Of course yyou hate it when I saayy that, isn't it the point?" She smiled. "And I know, thanks."
"You're not we)(ome."
"I don't care."
"Yers you do." This time the Catalyst simply gave into the snogging, since the Agitator was being so persistent and all. Aarsamir had known that this would work eventually. It always did.
Finally Kyachril pulled away to breathe. She could swear at times that the Agitator breathed through her skin or something, since she ever seemed to need to stop for air. "Is it bad that I enjoyy that?" she asked. "Am I suupposed to hate it?"
The Agitator shrugged. "It's a weird mix of both," she replied. "Nobody rea))y knows how it works. Frank)y, who (arers?"
The Catalyst considered this. "Hmm. Terrible concept, if yyou ask me. Welp." She reached up to plant a kiss on the Agitator's lips, then stood back. "Now. YYou stayy right here while I go this wayy," she demanded. "Don't move from here or I will incapacitate yyou when I come back."
Aarsamir smiled and folded her arms. "Fine, bit(h," she said, sitting down on a park bench. Kyachril smiled and jogged off. She was gone for a few minuted before returning with two ice cream cones. This confused the Agitator. Bringing ice cream was definitely not a kismesis thing.
"See, this is a NICE thing to do," Kyachril stated, holding one ice cream cone just out of the Agitator's reach. Aarsamir suspected a trick, and didn't go for it. Kyachril sighed. "Just take one before I dump them on the ground."
Resigned to falling for it, the Agitator tried to snatch a cone out of Kyachril's hand. Kyachril dodged and upended it on Aarsamir's shirt, getting it all over. "You BITCH!" the Agitator shouted. She swiped at the Catalyst, but Kyachril laughed and skipped just out of her reach. "Thirs irs my favorite fu(king shirt!" She looked down to assess the damage. "Mother of fuuu(k."
Kyachril skipped happily away, pleased at getting the upper hand, as Aarsamir tried to mop most of the ice cream off. The Agitator stood up, intending to get back at her. She thought to herself how absolutely idiotic the Catalyst looked when she skipped.
"I actuallyy hate to ruin it because you look so marvelous in it, but..." the Catalyst said, not turning around. Aarsamir momentarily paused in her advance, processing this new compliment, but shook her head and tackled Kyachril to the ground. "Ha yyou suuck at aaargh." Aarsamir managed to both pin the Catalyst and ruin her ice cream cone.
"Ha!" she crowed triumphantly. "That's what you get."
"God I paid good moneyy for those..." Kyachril sighed. "And it was delicious too."
Aarsamir rolled her eyes in derision. "We)) I'm sure you (an afford it, greenb)ood."
Kyachril snorted, taking offense. "YYou ruin everyything."
"I try," the Agitator said, grinning. "I rea))y do."
"I am not all that rich for a greenblood," the Catalyst continued. "Blew most of it travelling East for the Nepalese competitions."
"Oh, so now you have money to burn. We)) boo-fri(kety-hoo." The grin disappeared from Aarsamir's face. "Forgive me if I fai) to sympathize."
Kyachril smiled magnanimously. "YYou are forgiven."
"Um. Thanks?" the Agitator said, confused.
"YYou are welcome."
Bewildered at this sudden outburst of politeness, Aarsamir just stared at the Catalyst. Kyachril sighed. "Are we just going to layy here or are yyou going to kiss me or what?"
The smirk returned. "I (an do that," Aarsamir said, leaning down for snogs. Kyachril responded enthusiastically.
This sort of hormonal outpouring was extremely common among trolls of their age, so the park was currently riddled with several couples doing much the same thing, but the two still attracted some glances from the more prudish of the populace. Kyachril, feeling self-conscious, shoved Aarsamir's face roughly away. "Ok, ok, alright. People are staring."
"Don't (are," the Agitator said, continuing as if Kyachril had never interrupted. Annoyed, the Catalyst pushed up and flipped the Agitator over, rolling on top of her and sitting up. The Agitator made an inarticulate noise of anger. Kyachril gave up on kissing for now and looking up at the sky, luxuriating in her victory. She drew a calm breath.
"It's going to rain tomorrow."
Confused, Aarsamir pushed herself up on one elbow. "What?" she asked, bewildered once again. Why did Kyachril have to make so little sense?
The Catalyst pointed to the sky. "It's going to rain. YYou can tell because of that cloud bank, over there."
"No," Aarsamir said, annoyed, "I mean why the he)) bring that up." The ice cream soaking into her shirt was starting to get really cold.
"Well I don't know. I kinda like rain," the Catalyst explained, bringing out her favorite weapon for dealing with the Agitator: reverse psychology. Aarsamir was too busy wondering in her one-track mind why they were not snogging at that very moment to pick up on it. "If I don't do anyything else tomorrow, mayybe I'll go hiking," Kyachril continued. "I love hiking."
"What the ever-)oving he))?!?" the Agitator burst out, anger being her default response to something that did not make a lick of sense. "Fu(k it, you're not going hiking tomorrow."
"I'm just making conversation here!" Kyachril said defensively. "Don't kill me for it."
"Thirs irs not exa(t)y the time for (onversation," the Agitator replied, exasperated. "JEGURS you are bad at thirs."
"What, prayy tell, am I going to do if not hike tomorrow?" Kyachril asked, hoping that the reverse psychology would work.
Aarsamir tried to think of a plausible excuse. She searched for some reasonable pretext, but ultimately decided that it wasn't worth thinking about it too hard. "You're (oming over to my p)a(e," she said. "And we're going to wat(h a movie."
"Oh, and yyou get to dictate that?" the Catalyst asked.
"Yers. Yers I do."
Kyachril could barely keep the smile off of her face. "Ugh. Fine then."
"Fine." Aarsamir reached up to grab Kyachril's collar, pulling her down for another kiss. Kyachril flailed a bit from the unexpected loss of balance, but she quickly got over it. She had been getting more and more used to this sort of thing over the past month.
The next day Kyachril pulled up to the Agitator's house in her sedan. Kyanas was away for the weekend at a two-night martial arts competition, so she didn't have to worry about her. She assessed the house once again. Not bad for a lowblood's income, but not impressive either, and certainly not on par with her impeccable hive. She sighed at the lamentable state of the place. It truly was a tragedy that a child was being raised here, of all places, and by such a disreputable and despicable person as Aarsamir.
Meanwhile, Aarsamir was trying not to freak out too terribly. She had spent nearly half an hour agonizing over exactly what to wear, which was a preposterous amount of time for her. She had eventually decided on a sweatpants-hoodie combo: casual, like she didn't even consider this to be a thing. No shoes, no socks. She knew it would probably tick off the starched-shirt Catalyst. "Gotta p)ay it (oo)," she said to herself, grateful that Aruale was spending the night at Lerena's again. She heard a knock on the door and jumped, then took a breath to compose herself. She walked down the hall and opened the door with her best condescending sneer on her face. "Sup."
The Catalyst stood on her front step, getting soaked by the rain. "YYou need to re-landscape," she said bluntly.
The Agitator shifted slightly to block the doorway and prevent her from slipping past. "Who the he)) (arers about my )ands(aping?"
"It looks awful. YYou have crabgrass everyywhere." Kyachril was too passive to ask to come in, and she knew Aarsamir was too aggressive to let her in without asking.
Aarsamir shrugged. "It )ooks fine, keeps the )awn green in the winter."
"But it blooms in the spring. YYour lawn will bloom."
"So? F)owers are ni(e."
"The pollen will give yyou allergies--" The Catalyst shifted her weight and hooked a foot behind Aarsamir's ankle, pulling her down in one swift motion. Aarsamir slid on the growing puddle of water.
"AGH!" she shouted, landing hard. "Wi)) you stop DOING that!"
The Catalyst smiled. "Oh my god finallyy. It's raining out there yyou know." She stepped over Aarsamir into the hallway and offered her hand to help her up.
"Rea))y. I hadn't noti(ed." The Agitator grasped the Catalyst's wrist and pulled her down, using the same motion to get up quickly herself. She looked down and smirked, dismissively turning on her heel and walking to the living room.
"Hmph." Kyachril got up and dusted herself off, following Aarsamir and grumbling about how she always had to get bruises for this.
Aarsamir plopped down on the one couch in the room, having produced a beer from somewhere. She waved the Catalyst over, who sat on the extreme opposite end of the couch from her. She was going to have to work for this.
Kyachril sighed, looking at Aarsamir's drink. "God, yyou alwayys drink that foul stuff."
Aarsamir snorted. "Can't b)ame me, I'm going to need a )ot more of thirs to dea) with you."
The Catalyst rolled her eyes and looked down at the couch. It didn't appear to have been washed, or at the very least cleaned, since the time of her own ancestor. She noticed that she might be sitting on a stain, but on closer inspection it proved to be several stains at once. She unconsciously scooted away from the stain-ception, ending up slightly closer to the Agitator than she had been before. "Dear lord," she asked hesitantly, "What is that?"
The Agitator looked over. "What (o)or irs it?" she asked. She saw the Catalyst peering suspiciously at a bright purple splotch on the cushion. "Oh yeah, that's from Na(ho Night," she said nonchalantly. "Don't arsk."
Kyachril shuddered. "N-n-nacho night? And it's p-purple?"
"Yeah," the Agitator replied. "Na(ho Night irs the berst night."
Kyachril was unsure whether to laugh or be disgusted. "He. Hehe. Ugh..."
The Agitator, secretly pleased, held up a VHS tape. "Anyway," she said, "we're wat(hing thirs." The Catalyst squinted at it. It seemed to feature Troll Meg Ryan, and to be one of the worst kind of sappy redromcoms ever invented. Legend has it that the romcom industry survives entirely on the patronage of trolls looking for a movie to piss off their kismesis.
"What? What yyear is that even from?" Kyachril asked, apprehensive.
Aarsamir shrugged. "How the he)) shou)d I know? I jurst got it from Tro)) B)o(kburster's." She smirked at Kyachril. "Figured you wou)dn't )ike it."
"Gog, it looks awful."
"I'm happy you think so."
"I might even have to get drunk to make it through," the Catalyst continued. Aarsamir tried and failed to picture a drunk Kyachril. She got up from the couch and went t put the movie in the VCR.
"We))," she said, "I guerss I (ou)d spare a (oup)e beers. If you arsked ni(e)y." She took her time bending over and fiddling with the machine.
"I herebyy ask for a single beer in the most offensive wayy possible," Kyachril said, studiously ignoring Aarsamir's display. "And what is taking yyou so long?"
The Agitator frowned and straightened up. "It takers forever for thirs thing to work," she replied. She sat back down, slightly closer to the Catalyst now, and pushed play on the remote.
"Piece of junk, probablyy," the Catalyst said, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the Agitator's beery breath.
"Hey, s(rew you, it's the berst I (ou)d get."
"Yyour breath stinks."
The Agitator leered at Kyachril as the movie began. It panned over an aerial shot of Troll New York while sappy nineties music played in the background. The Catalyst groaned. "This is alreadyy terrible," she complained.
"We are not going to snog in public," she stated. "People are watching."
"You think I (are?" the Agitator replied, pushing her face in again. The Catalyst stopped her with a hand.
"I care! I care!"
The Agitator smirked, wrapping an arm around the Catalyst's waist. "And sin(e when have I )irstened to anything you say?" she asked.
Kyachril groaned. "Ugh, never. I use reverse psyychologyy whenever I can."
"What?" Aarsamir blinked in confusion. "When did you do that?"
The Catalyst smiled. "I made yyou think I hated Troll Orson Scott Card's books. So yyou bought me one."
"Wait. You don't hate hirs books?"
"I enjoyyed it tremendouslyy."
"You sneaky BITCH." The Agitator glared at her. "I hate you so mu(h."
"YYep." Aarsamir began to lean in again, and Kyachril's eyes widened. "Oh no, Oh, yyou aren't going to snog mmmmmmphhh--" She struggled against the Agitator and eventually broke free for a breath. "Oh gog yyou alwayys wait until I'm sayying something."
The Agitator smirked. "We)) it's the on)y way I (an get you to shut the he)) up."
"Hmph."
"Your voi(e is jurst so obnoxiours, I have to get you to stop somehow," the Agitator continued. "And snogging irs the most effe(tive way."
"YYou are so... ugh." The Catalyst sighed.
"Heh. Thank you."
"YYou are most explicitlyy NOT welcome."
Aarsamir leaned over to whisper in the Catalyst's ear. "Fu(k you," she murmured in her most seductive tone.
"Likewise." The Catalyst completely failed at a seductive tone of her own.
"I hate it when you say that." Aarsamir muffled a laugh. "Also you fai) at sexy ta)k so bad)y."
Kyachril rolled her eyes. "YYou make the most ridiculous of comments sometimes. Of course yyou hate it when I saayy that, isn't it the point?" She smiled. "And I know, thanks."
"You're not we)(ome."
"I don't care."
"Yers you do." This time the Catalyst simply gave into the snogging, since the Agitator was being so persistent and all. Aarsamir had known that this would work eventually. It always did.
Finally Kyachril pulled away to breathe. She could swear at times that the Agitator breathed through her skin or something, since she ever seemed to need to stop for air. "Is it bad that I enjoyy that?" she asked. "Am I suupposed to hate it?"
The Agitator shrugged. "It's a weird mix of both," she replied. "Nobody rea))y knows how it works. Frank)y, who (arers?"
The Catalyst considered this. "Hmm. Terrible concept, if yyou ask me. Welp." She reached up to plant a kiss on the Agitator's lips, then stood back. "Now. YYou stayy right here while I go this wayy," she demanded. "Don't move from here or I will incapacitate yyou when I come back."
Aarsamir smiled and folded her arms. "Fine, bit(h," she said, sitting down on a park bench. Kyachril smiled and jogged off. She was gone for a few minuted before returning with two ice cream cones. This confused the Agitator. Bringing ice cream was definitely not a kismesis thing.
"See, this is a NICE thing to do," Kyachril stated, holding one ice cream cone just out of the Agitator's reach. Aarsamir suspected a trick, and didn't go for it. Kyachril sighed. "Just take one before I dump them on the ground."
Resigned to falling for it, the Agitator tried to snatch a cone out of Kyachril's hand. Kyachril dodged and upended it on Aarsamir's shirt, getting it all over. "You BITCH!" the Agitator shouted. She swiped at the Catalyst, but Kyachril laughed and skipped just out of her reach. "Thirs irs my favorite fu(king shirt!" She looked down to assess the damage. "Mother of fuuu(k."
Kyachril skipped happily away, pleased at getting the upper hand, as Aarsamir tried to mop most of the ice cream off. The Agitator stood up, intending to get back at her. She thought to herself how absolutely idiotic the Catalyst looked when she skipped.
"I actuallyy hate to ruin it because you look so marvelous in it, but..." the Catalyst said, not turning around. Aarsamir momentarily paused in her advance, processing this new compliment, but shook her head and tackled Kyachril to the ground. "Ha yyou suuck at aaargh." Aarsamir managed to both pin the Catalyst and ruin her ice cream cone.
"Ha!" she crowed triumphantly. "That's what you get."
"God I paid good moneyy for those..." Kyachril sighed. "And it was delicious too."
Aarsamir rolled her eyes in derision. "We)) I'm sure you (an afford it, greenb)ood."
Kyachril snorted, taking offense. "YYou ruin everyything."
"I try," the Agitator said, grinning. "I rea))y do."
"I am not all that rich for a greenblood," the Catalyst continued. "Blew most of it travelling East for the Nepalese competitions."
"Oh, so now you have money to burn. We)) boo-fri(kety-hoo." The grin disappeared from Aarsamir's face. "Forgive me if I fai) to sympathize."
Kyachril smiled magnanimously. "YYou are forgiven."
"Um. Thanks?" the Agitator said, confused.
"YYou are welcome."
Bewildered at this sudden outburst of politeness, Aarsamir just stared at the Catalyst. Kyachril sighed. "Are we just going to layy here or are yyou going to kiss me or what?"
The smirk returned. "I (an do that," Aarsamir said, leaning down for snogs. Kyachril responded enthusiastically.
This sort of hormonal outpouring was extremely common among trolls of their age, so the park was currently riddled with several couples doing much the same thing, but the two still attracted some glances from the more prudish of the populace. Kyachril, feeling self-conscious, shoved Aarsamir's face roughly away. "Ok, ok, alright. People are staring."
"Don't (are," the Agitator said, continuing as if Kyachril had never interrupted. Annoyed, the Catalyst pushed up and flipped the Agitator over, rolling on top of her and sitting up. The Agitator made an inarticulate noise of anger. Kyachril gave up on kissing for now and looking up at the sky, luxuriating in her victory. She drew a calm breath.
"It's going to rain tomorrow."
Confused, Aarsamir pushed herself up on one elbow. "What?" she asked, bewildered once again. Why did Kyachril have to make so little sense?
The Catalyst pointed to the sky. "It's going to rain. YYou can tell because of that cloud bank, over there."
"No," Aarsamir said, annoyed, "I mean why the he)) bring that up." The ice cream soaking into her shirt was starting to get really cold.
"Well I don't know. I kinda like rain," the Catalyst explained, bringing out her favorite weapon for dealing with the Agitator: reverse psychology. Aarsamir was too busy wondering in her one-track mind why they were not snogging at that very moment to pick up on it. "If I don't do anyything else tomorrow, mayybe I'll go hiking," Kyachril continued. "I love hiking."
"What the ever-)oving he))?!?" the Agitator burst out, anger being her default response to something that did not make a lick of sense. "Fu(k it, you're not going hiking tomorrow."
"I'm just making conversation here!" Kyachril said defensively. "Don't kill me for it."
"Thirs irs not exa(t)y the time for (onversation," the Agitator replied, exasperated. "JEGURS you are bad at thirs."
"What, prayy tell, am I going to do if not hike tomorrow?" Kyachril asked, hoping that the reverse psychology would work.
Aarsamir tried to think of a plausible excuse. She searched for some reasonable pretext, but ultimately decided that it wasn't worth thinking about it too hard. "You're (oming over to my p)a(e," she said. "And we're going to wat(h a movie."
"Oh, and yyou get to dictate that?" the Catalyst asked.
"Yers. Yers I do."
Kyachril could barely keep the smile off of her face. "Ugh. Fine then."
"Fine." Aarsamir reached up to grab Kyachril's collar, pulling her down for another kiss. Kyachril flailed a bit from the unexpected loss of balance, but she quickly got over it. She had been getting more and more used to this sort of thing over the past month.
The next day Kyachril pulled up to the Agitator's house in her sedan. Kyanas was away for the weekend at a two-night martial arts competition, so she didn't have to worry about her. She assessed the house once again. Not bad for a lowblood's income, but not impressive either, and certainly not on par with her impeccable hive. She sighed at the lamentable state of the place. It truly was a tragedy that a child was being raised here, of all places, and by such a disreputable and despicable person as Aarsamir.
Meanwhile, Aarsamir was trying not to freak out too terribly. She had spent nearly half an hour agonizing over exactly what to wear, which was a preposterous amount of time for her. She had eventually decided on a sweatpants-hoodie combo: casual, like she didn't even consider this to be a thing. No shoes, no socks. She knew it would probably tick off the starched-shirt Catalyst. "Gotta p)ay it (oo)," she said to herself, grateful that Aruale was spending the night at Lerena's again. She heard a knock on the door and jumped, then took a breath to compose herself. She walked down the hall and opened the door with her best condescending sneer on her face. "Sup."
The Catalyst stood on her front step, getting soaked by the rain. "YYou need to re-landscape," she said bluntly.
The Agitator shifted slightly to block the doorway and prevent her from slipping past. "Who the he)) (arers about my )ands(aping?"
"It looks awful. YYou have crabgrass everyywhere." Kyachril was too passive to ask to come in, and she knew Aarsamir was too aggressive to let her in without asking.
Aarsamir shrugged. "It )ooks fine, keeps the )awn green in the winter."
"But it blooms in the spring. YYour lawn will bloom."
"So? F)owers are ni(e."
"The pollen will give yyou allergies--" The Catalyst shifted her weight and hooked a foot behind Aarsamir's ankle, pulling her down in one swift motion. Aarsamir slid on the growing puddle of water.
"AGH!" she shouted, landing hard. "Wi)) you stop DOING that!"
The Catalyst smiled. "Oh my god finallyy. It's raining out there yyou know." She stepped over Aarsamir into the hallway and offered her hand to help her up.
"Rea))y. I hadn't noti(ed." The Agitator grasped the Catalyst's wrist and pulled her down, using the same motion to get up quickly herself. She looked down and smirked, dismissively turning on her heel and walking to the living room.
"Hmph." Kyachril got up and dusted herself off, following Aarsamir and grumbling about how she always had to get bruises for this.
Aarsamir plopped down on the one couch in the room, having produced a beer from somewhere. She waved the Catalyst over, who sat on the extreme opposite end of the couch from her. She was going to have to work for this.
Kyachril sighed, looking at Aarsamir's drink. "God, yyou alwayys drink that foul stuff."
Aarsamir snorted. "Can't b)ame me, I'm going to need a )ot more of thirs to dea) with you."
The Catalyst rolled her eyes and looked down at the couch. It didn't appear to have been washed, or at the very least cleaned, since the time of her own ancestor. She noticed that she might be sitting on a stain, but on closer inspection it proved to be several stains at once. She unconsciously scooted away from the stain-ception, ending up slightly closer to the Agitator than she had been before. "Dear lord," she asked hesitantly, "What is that?"
The Agitator looked over. "What (o)or irs it?" she asked. She saw the Catalyst peering suspiciously at a bright purple splotch on the cushion. "Oh yeah, that's from Na(ho Night," she said nonchalantly. "Don't arsk."
Kyachril shuddered. "N-n-nacho night? And it's p-purple?"
"Yeah," the Agitator replied. "Na(ho Night irs the berst night."
Kyachril was unsure whether to laugh or be disgusted. "He. Hehe. Ugh..."
The Agitator, secretly pleased, held up a VHS tape. "Anyway," she said, "we're wat(hing thirs." The Catalyst squinted at it. It seemed to feature Troll Meg Ryan, and to be one of the worst kind of sappy redromcoms ever invented. Legend has it that the romcom industry survives entirely on the patronage of trolls looking for a movie to piss off their kismesis.
"What? What yyear is that even from?" Kyachril asked, apprehensive.
Aarsamir shrugged. "How the he)) shou)d I know? I jurst got it from Tro)) B)o(kburster's." She smirked at Kyachril. "Figured you wou)dn't )ike it."
"Gog, it looks awful."
"I'm happy you think so."
"I might even have to get drunk to make it through," the Catalyst continued. Aarsamir tried and failed to picture a drunk Kyachril. She got up from the couch and went t put the movie in the VCR.
"We))," she said, "I guerss I (ou)d spare a (oup)e beers. If you arsked ni(e)y." She took her time bending over and fiddling with the machine.
"I herebyy ask for a single beer in the most offensive wayy possible," Kyachril said, studiously ignoring Aarsamir's display. "And what is taking yyou so long?"
The Agitator frowned and straightened up. "It takers forever for thirs thing to work," she replied. She sat back down, slightly closer to the Catalyst now, and pushed play on the remote.
"Piece of junk, probablyy," the Catalyst said, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the Agitator's beery breath.
"Hey, s(rew you, it's the berst I (ou)d get."
"Yyour breath stinks."
The Agitator leered at Kyachril as the movie began. It panned over an aerial shot of Troll New York while sappy nineties music played in the background. The Catalyst groaned. "This is alreadyy terrible," she complained.
