[Oh, and now they're approaching the sonic levels that only dogs can here, and that's not even a dogs-and-werewolves joke, that's just George, hitting the high notes, so to speak, and Mitchell winces as he leans back, sticking his little finger in his ear and jimmying it around a bit. Christ.]
All right, all right, calm down-- keep it together-- you know you're good for more than that-- after all, who would do the wash and the cooking and all--
[But before George shatters every bit of glassware in the house, as well as the sound barrier, probably, Mitchell sits forward with a placating gesture. Shhh.]
Kidding! You're a valuable integral part of our criminal mastermind team--and not for the tidying or the wash or the fussy bits. Just because you're integral. We are a unified team. All right?
Oh, yes, of course. Unified. You're just trying to placate me, and I'm going to have none of it, Mitchell, I'm not going to be taken in by you trying to placate me. It's fine, George is only good for the wash, I understand completely, why would I ever think differently -
[But his voice has gone down a good hundred hertz at this point, and he's more pouting than ranting now. In spite of his oaths that he can't be placated...he's perfectly placated.]
[But he is going to come out on top on this one, he can feel it--George has already settled down a bit, and his voice isn't near as screamy, though he's doing that annoyed Mitchell that he does when he's good and properly irritated, but he can work him down from that as well.
Conspiratorially, he leans forward.]
Who set up the DVD player? Eh? Wasn't me, I'm shit with technology, and it spazzes out when Annie tries too much with it. And--and!--who remembered to change the clocks for daylight savings. And-- [A little louder, in case George tries to butt in; this is the cherry on top of the argument and must be heard--] --and who is going t' make the finest cake anyone in this house has ever seen, and, likely will ever see again?
Nah. You'd better stick to it. I think I spazz 'em out a little as well, some sort of bein'-- dead thing--
[He waggles his fingers, vaguely. This is a bad excuse and he knows it. But George's "it's really easy" lessons are never in fact really easy, and George will probably end up taking apart the bloody DVD player to explain it from the core, and, you know, there are about six hundred problems with that one. Most of these problems are DVDs, on a shelf up in Mitchell's room, that he would very much like to watch, and not have to worry about George taking out cogs and gears and things when he wants to watch.]
So, uh. That's that. Hey, here, tell you what, mate, you make a list of cake things, I'll go to the shop for you. How's that.
[He wants to hold onto his huffiness and outrage, but that's too great an offer to turn down or ignore. Mitchell. Doing the shopping. Offering to do it in George's place. Being offended is one thing, but not having to go and deal with that is worth all the outrage in the world.]
Actually, that would be...really great. I was going to go after work, but I'm stuck doing the three to eleven, so the shop would be closed by then...
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Date: 2013-05-20 02:47 pm (UTC)All right, all right, calm down-- keep it together-- you know you're good for more than that-- after all, who would do the wash and the cooking and all--
[But before George shatters every bit of glassware in the house, as well as the sound barrier, probably, Mitchell sits forward with a placating gesture. Shhh.]
Kidding! You're a valuable integral part of our criminal mastermind team--and not for the tidying or the wash or the fussy bits. Just because you're integral. We are a unified team. All right?
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Date: 2013-05-20 03:04 pm (UTC)[But his voice has gone down a good hundred hertz at this point, and he's more pouting than ranting now. In spite of his oaths that he can't be placated...he's perfectly placated.]
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Date: 2013-05-20 07:01 pm (UTC)[But he is going to come out on top on this one, he can feel it--George has already settled down a bit, and his voice isn't near as screamy, though he's doing that annoyed Mitchell that he does when he's good and properly irritated, but he can work him down from that as well.
Conspiratorially, he leans forward.]
Who set up the DVD player? Eh? Wasn't me, I'm shit with technology, and it spazzes out when Annie tries too much with it. And--and!--who remembered to change the clocks for daylight savings. And-- [A little louder, in case George tries to butt in; this is the cherry on top of the argument and must be heard--] --and who is going t' make the finest cake anyone in this house has ever seen, and, likely will ever see again?
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Date: 2013-05-20 07:45 pm (UTC)I really can show you how to do the DVD player, it's really easy, you know...
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Date: 2013-05-20 09:13 pm (UTC)Nah. You'd better stick to it. I think I spazz 'em out a little as well, some sort of bein'-- dead thing--
[He waggles his fingers, vaguely. This is a bad excuse and he knows it. But George's "it's really easy" lessons are never in fact really easy, and George will probably end up taking apart the bloody DVD player to explain it from the core, and, you know, there are about six hundred problems with that one. Most of these problems are DVDs, on a shelf up in Mitchell's room, that he would very much like to watch, and not have to worry about George taking out cogs and gears and things when he wants to watch.]
So, uh. That's that. Hey, here, tell you what, mate, you make a list of cake things, I'll go to the shop for you. How's that.
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Date: 2013-05-20 10:42 pm (UTC)Actually, that would be...really great. I was going to go after work, but I'm stuck doing the three to eleven, so the shop would be closed by then...