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[ The feed is on, because once again, Ella's forgotten about it. Really she had planned on doing something, presumably checking posts on the network, but when she got up to walk away, Lucifurr opted to walk across the book, turning on the record function. The cat is visible just in the corner of the the feed, being petted by Meg, but Hattie and Ella can be heard bickering - though Ella sounds more exasperated than angry. Meg, when she notices the NV, just -grins- when she sees the device is recording. ]

"Oh for goodness sakes, when are you going to understand - it's not -like- that! He's just my tutor."

"No, Ella, it's you that doesn't understand! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm tired of your shameless flirting with a man I have my eyes on!

"Shameless fl--ergh! You said the same thing about Byakuya, trust me, they're -NOT- my type."

[ Hattie only mimics Ella's response. ]

"'They're not my type', 'they're not my type'. Then why do you keep doing it?"

"Look, if you're so interested, by all means, court him! I couldn't care less!"

"Really. Well judging by your willingness to spend kissy alone time with him at any given opportunity seems to suggest otherwise."

"There IS no ki-- Hattie, we just talk - and by talk I actually MEAN talk-!"

"Ella. Ella, all right, let me make this simple for you to understand. Now: Explain to me how you decided that having my, I repeat my date as your tutor was a brilliant idea. You have twenty seconds."

[ Before she THROWS DOWN! Ella just presses her hands against her face, fuming. Meg is clearly amused by the bickering and offers no help whatsoever in noting that the device is recording. ]

[ OOC: Collaboration post with Ella, Hattie and cameo by Meg. <3 ]

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[ Nothing weird, just a girl fed up with Hattie's bossiness and jumping to conclusions, yep! Ella rubs her hand though, glancing at Meg. ]

I did try to warn her. [ The smile is slow to come, bemused at the response. Her honor huh? ]

Well, between the two of us, my honor wasn't exactly in any danger. Did you really have to egg her on like that? [ Eyeing Hattie, then the fallen necklace - Ella scooped up said necklace first, because it was HERS damnit. ]

Help me get her off the floor, would you?

You did. More than I would've.

[Meg does actually stand up and begin to look like she might assist, though she pauses to prod at Hattie with her boot, hands in her pockets and grinning like mad.]

And it really didn't matter what I said. She was going to choose to believe whatever she wanted. Not my problem.

[Meg grabs Hattie's arm and yanks her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. Demonic strength has it's perks.]

Where do you want her?

O-oh...! [ She didn't know you were that strong Meg. Totally not expected. ]

Okay -- um, thanks. And... it is true, Hattie does pretty much believe what she wants to believe...

[ In a dumpster, comes to mind, but Ella - with only the slighest of pauses to tuck the necklace into her pocket, nods towards the stairs. ]

Her room is... probably the best place to leave her. Let me get the door - are you sure she isn't too heavy?

[Meg just stands there like carrying the pampered brat is nothing, because really, it's not much and she'll be fine until she has to drop her. She smirks at Ella as she begins to head in the general direction, because being underestimated should here forever read "her favorite thing" and she likes the look of surprise. Always nice. She lugs Hattie with all the dignity of a sack of potatoes, and calls back over her shoulder.]

If you get the door, I'll be just fine.

So, you don't mind my asking, did she come branded this crazy, or did something special happen to rattle reality loose?

I can do that. [ Honestly how Meg managed to lug that fatass up those stairs Ella will never know. . . .okay she kids, Hattie isn't THAT fat. Or heavy. Probably. Regardless, she trotted up the stairs after Meg, grinning wryly at the question. ]

Believe it or not, she comes that way. I blame her mother - back in our era, the majority of the populace has a certain priority. Believe it or not, Hattie's considered the proper daughter, whereas I - am not. What with standing against every policy and rule that the society tries pinning women into.

Honestly I don't blame her for acting the way she does. I can even understand it. If I were raised the way she was, or our roles were reversed... [ Scooting past Meg, she pulled Hattie's door open, letting her sentence trail off. ]

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