Re: Episode 4: In Hot Water
Lucien picked up Kelly, dusted him off and sat him down. He sought the need to correct himself, "Fer yer information," He put a stern finger up as he frowned in distaste, motioning towards Shinji, "Wheels o'er here believes these disingenuous-" As if to rain on his parade even further, Yoshiko had come sprinting past the guy's room with a whip, giggling madly, "-assertions?"
He took another moment to regain what little composure he had left, "uh..." He mumbled uncertainly, coming up short of an answer to back his case.
Instead, he just sighed, shrugged, walked over to the television that Kelly put his boot through, unplugged it and hurled it out the hole in the wall, "I rest me case," He grumbled, sitting down on the bed with an angry harrumph as the television made a lovely smash, hitting the ground and joining the remote in a two hundred piece puzzle.
He then put his palm in his face, finally giving in to the world chewing on him repeatedly. First losing his job as an actor, then signing up with someone he doesn't know, then getting humiliated more ways than he cares to count.
Elsewhere, an unobservant woman wondered where her swimsuit had disappeared to. She was draped in a towel and a pair of thongs that were meant for the bathhouses.
Her body was fairly athletic and leggy. Her hair was tied back in a bun, and her deep blue eyes were ablaze with rage. She was grumbling at her predicament so much that her glasses fogged up in rage, "If I find the rubbernecker responsible..." she scowled, "I will defenestrate him!"
Lucien picked up Kelly, dusted him off and sat him down. He sought the need to correct himself, "Fer yer information," He put a stern finger up as he frowned in distaste, motioning towards Shinji, "Wheels o'er here believes these disingenuous-" As if to rain on his parade even further, Yoshiko had come sprinting past the guy's room with a whip, giggling madly, "-assertions?"
He took another moment to regain what little composure he had left, "uh..." He mumbled uncertainly, coming up short of an answer to back his case.
Instead, he just sighed, shrugged, walked over to the television that Kelly put his boot through, unplugged it and hurled it out the hole in the wall, "I rest me case," He grumbled, sitting down on the bed with an angry harrumph as the television made a lovely smash, hitting the ground and joining the remote in a two hundred piece puzzle.
He then put his palm in his face, finally giving in to the world chewing on him repeatedly. First losing his job as an actor, then signing up with someone he doesn't know, then getting humiliated more ways than he cares to count.
Elsewhere, an unobservant woman wondered where her swimsuit had disappeared to. She was draped in a towel and a pair of thongs that were meant for the bathhouses.
Her body was fairly athletic and leggy. Her hair was tied back in a bun, and her deep blue eyes were ablaze with rage. She was grumbling at her predicament so much that her glasses fogged up in rage, "If I find the rubbernecker responsible..." she scowled, "I will defenestrate him!"