Lucky you. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but sometimes they’re the biggest cockblocker fate can ever give to a girl. Don’t get me started on how my dad tries to make it known that he can beat someone up. Dude can’t even lift the sofa. Difficult life is too much of a stretch. It’s just a hassle. Sometimes I wish I have opted somewhere farther than London.
Erm. You’re welcome.
Oh… okay good. Sometimes I just don’t know if I’m being rude or you know.. acceptable. Creating them is always fun. One of my first ones was a similar type to morphine but it’s untraceable in the blood stream. Actually that’s my speciality, making sure its untraceable. It’s a bitch to experiment and what not but it’s useful. Oh. Well, that does sound interesting actually. At least you don’t have to be cooped up in a lab right?
I assume they live in London, then? Or close by, at least.
Hm. Do you ever sell these… untraceable drugs of yours, love? Because it does sound like a niche in the market many a man would jump on… not that I’m accusing you of doing anything illegal with the drugs you produce and create, of course.
No, being cooped up in a lab isn’t one of my worries. But you sound like you enjoy what you do, I’d say you just have to take the bad with the good as long as that stays true.
Oh he does. Tries to use it against me and all that fucked up tricks he has up his sleeves. Oh sure you can. He’s clever enough not to try again. That I will give to him. Do they? Well, in this case, I begrudgingly agree. That oaf does have his uses. His money is always good. Nothing bad about it. Ohoho, let’s not go down that road, mister riot. That’s a story for another day….. or not ever.
I shall keep it in mind then. It’s been a while for me too. I think I have behaved for far too long now. Ah, thanks. Wouldn’t want to contact the wrong person or end up disappointed. Of course you aren’t. Always good to change the pace once in a while.
He’d be truly stupid if he didn’t have at least that bit of common sense, love. They do. Personal experience dictates that I should know as much. And let’s not… I have no interest in knowing what Aria and that brick building do in their spare time.
Why, stretch our legs together. Sounds splendid, it really does. Good behavior it overrated, after all. And you know me, I’ve never been good at sitting idle for long, even with the situation I’ve been put in.
Is it? I would be able to ignore them if they hadn’t made t-shirts with my name on and the cohort I am getting my PhD with knows them very well. My parents are celebrities in my uni. They think their daughter works too much so visiting is frequent. God, why am I talking to a handsome stranger about my parents? Wait, what. Erm. Yeah, I try my best but that’s not gonna work in my case.
Oh. I’m sorry if I have offended you. It’s not like PhDs are useful anwyay. Well mine is but you know… Chemist? Yeah. Mostly creating and researching drugs to make a difference in people’s lives and what not. That’s my main aim. Pleasure to meet you too Connor. So.. what do you do then?
The more you talk about them, to more I am grateful that mine never really bothered. Not that I get embarassed easily. So them being well known around there makes the suggestion of giving them a fake date rather moot as well, I assume. What a difficult life you lead, love. I’m sure most people will simply feel sympathetic for you, however.
Handsome stranger? Why thanks.
Oh, no, it takes a bit more than that to offend me. Creating drugs? Now that sounds interesting. What kind have you already created, if I may ask? Me? Nothing as interesting as you, I’m afraid. You could say I’m a jack of all trades; if people need something done they can’t do themselves, I’ll do it for them, for a reasonable price.
You’re very welcomed, dear. Oh he does. Even tried his way with me but let’s just say he doesn’t dare after that particular encounter. Also Aria’s shit-brickhouse husband is in the way, trying to act like a bulldozer. So that’s one burden off my shoulder. God, aren’t you a straight jacket. You’re no fun.
Oh Connor. You leave none for the imagination. Fine, I’ll give you in rolls of hundreds. I hope that will satisfy you. Also, I won’t get offended when you pawn it off. Once it’s yours, it’s yours. I have no say in it.
Well, aren’t you very eager? I’m going to have to get back to you about that. Maybe in a week’s time?
He did, didn’t he? So he knows about your existence as well? I’m almost curious as to what you did, but I think I can paint myself a picture. Husbands can be useful, from time to time. It’s not like his regard for Aria can’t be exploited; you’re already reaping some benefits. Though I suppose for someone who dislikes touch…
I’m a riot, love.
That’s how I like to hear it, Ella. Eager? Only because it’s been a while since I got to… let loose, so to speak. In a week sounds good by me. I changed numbers, here is my new one. After… well, let’s just say I’m not taking any chances.
Oh I have too. Yours is one of them. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder yes? Who are those people, love? Pirates? Warriors? I’m just pulling your leg. But scars tells stories, yes. You sure don’t hesitate in calling out people when they intend to be a miser. Aaaww, you poor thing. Fine, I shall splurge on a medal just for you. What would you like carved on to it though? You know, might as well make it worth it.
Oh this one is interesting. On the surface he “cleaned up”, but I have tracked his other deeds. Not so cleaned up after all. Which is why this would be much more fun. Are you willing to take the silver medal as payment?
Why thanks, love. It certainly is. From what I’ve heard, Kingston has his fair share of people willing to share his bed, so there must be some sort of allure there — not like he has much else to offer, beside gossip. Pirates, yes. You’ve got it in one. Hah, you know me, love, always the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, unless it’s not in my favor.
Well, if you’re going to give me the bloody medal as payment, might as well just give me in cash what you would’ve paid for it; then it’ll be a win-win for both of us. I get money and you don’t get offended when I pawn off the medal.
Hm, cad like him should be taken care off, I’m sure. When?
It’s just… mine. They did that when I got my bachelors and Masters… I am pretty sure they’ll do it again despite my violent protests. My parents think they’re the coolest middle-aged human beings… But they’re just embarrassing,
Well, It’s nothing special. There’s many around my age doing the same. Oh Molecular Chemistry Biology. It’s a mouthful really but essentially it’s drug discovery. I’m Keira. You are?
I’ve always found it a peculiar concept, being ashamed by association. After all, it’s not you making a fool of yourself, but them making fools of themselves. You could just pretend you don’t know who the hell they are. Not react at all.
I wouldn’t know. Never went to University. Drug discovery, hm? So are you looking to become a chemist? Connor. It’s a pleasure, I’m sure.
Help you in the artwork? I do like his face actually… I may hesitate in any adjustments. Hmmm, well an extra knife is never harmful isn’t it? Oh alright, I can always be the deterrence whenever needed. You should feel proud and puff out your chest whilst at it, dear. And no, I don’t have enough budget in me to get you a medal. Unless you want a plastic one trophy. That I can give you.
Not one to be impressed by words hhmm? Good. I knew we’re alike in some ways.
Located an old “friend” in Camden. I’ve been hunting that bastard down for sometime now. He’s rather clever not to search for me unlike the other one you helped me dispose. How about it?
I’ve seen better faces — then again, I’m not accountable for anyone’s taste. I dare say it isn’t, love. Don’t people always say scars add character? Come now, working at MI5 and not enough budget to give a measly medal? You just don’t want to spend money on me. That’s okay, I’ll just buy myself one.
An old friend… why, seeing as the last one was so interesting I can hardly say no to meeting more of them, can’t I? Would there be a recompense in it for me, though? Or do we count it as a favor?
I don’t think the problem is whether or not I will get my PhD come summer. I think the bigger problem is the fact that my parents probably think it’s okay to wear 80s clothes and bring a boombox with Paul McCartney singing at the loudest volume during the graduation ceremony. I may need morphine when that happens.
Do parents usually do that during graduation ceremonies, or are yours just… special? PhD, though, quite impressive. What are you graduating in?
Save me a comfortable seat and popcorn while you’re at it. Also don’t hurt him too much. My fucking employer in my other life needs him. Oh, touchy are we? I was just testing the waters to see if you’re still as sharp as you were before and congratulations, Connor. You have passed the test in brilliant flying colours.
Messes is too harsh of a word. It should be vanquished from the dictionary. I prefer beauty and art in freeform. Warming your heart now are we? Do you feel like a papa bear by any chance? Hah! Hhmmmm, I was thinking somewhere further away from Greater London… Perhaps further up north of Camden. Always fun to terrorise new society.
How about a knife instead of popcorn so you can help me make him look prettier? I know you’ve got it in you, love. Then you can stop me if I… take it too far to Aria’s tastes. My god, do I ever feel proud of my own accomplishments now that I’ve passed your test. Do I get a medal?
Beauty and art in freeform — now that’s astute. Such a way with words. I wouldn’t take it that far, love; again — just proud of my own accomplishments, really.
Oh? Anyone particular in Camden you had in mind?