Be afraid!
Apr. 5th, 2006 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfs"Your communicator is tinkling."
"Tinkling? Tinkling? David, 'tinkling' is a word children use to describe peeing. It is my phone, and it is ringing." Caprice Starr pulled the slim device from the pocket of her Academy vest, the pocket that now sported the Winged Disk of Orion. "Yes, sir. Yes, I did. Thank you, sir, I'm honored. Really." She put it away, then looked up at her distant and much elder uncle. "Really, David, you are so forty-years-ago."
"You should be pleased I don't insist you call me 'sir.'"
Caprice only hummed softly in response. She leaned back in her chair and allowed her thoughts to drift up to the ceiling of the Cafe Magnifique' with its archaic chromasilicate lighting...
"Tinkling? Tinkling? David, 'tinkling' is a word children use to describe peeing. It is my phone, and it is ringing." Caprice Starr pulled the slim device from the pocket of her Academy vest, the pocket that now sported the Winged Disk of Orion. "Yes, sir. Yes, I did. Thank you, sir, I'm honored. Really." She put it away, then looked up at her distant and much elder uncle. "Really, David, you are so forty-years-ago."
"You should be pleased I don't insist you call me 'sir.'"
Caprice only hummed softly in response. She leaned back in her chair and allowed her thoughts to drift up to the ceiling of the Cafe Magnifique' with its archaic chromasilicate lighting...
