||[Jun. 7th, 2009|05:40 pm]
::dips butter knife into sauce, plopping a generous portion on napkin and using it doodle::
::nods again in a less than enthusiastic pretense of attention as twin's latest outraged rant hits crescendo, eyes scanning room for some diversion, any diversion::
::just about bounces with joy as Neelix's latest victims wander in::
::lifts hand quickly in beckoning, offering sheepish look to side when food art turns into a food projectile::
::narrows eyes, not liking the decided feeling of oops rising in stomach::
::slumps a little, twisting in seat to look back::
Sweet Pete, how do they look so terrifying at times?
Oh, hi, sweetie. I didn't realize I was being so loud...
You're always so loud, you obnoxious, bleating cow.
::turns tray to empty it on floor, ignoring Talaxian making beeline over::
::lifts it again::
::slides out of chair and follows celes_tal
back a good few steps...there are times a case of mistaken identity can be really, really
::eyes half-Ocampan speculatively::
Just how far is she from being a bonafide grown up, anyhow?
::shrugs...self-defense is self-defense, kid or not::
Now, honey, you don't really want to...
Oh, I think she does.
::clenches hands arounds back of jennydelaney
's seat, just barely
yanking it back before the tray can meet her surprised face::
::shoves the frankly rather annoying in any universe Ensign to floor, a bit
satisfied when she lands in pile of dropped food and lets loose with a squeak of disgust::
::not satisfied enough, though::
::plants boot in her derriere for measure::
::rolls eyes, shoving tray at Neelix::
I had it.
Sorry. I was feeling a bit of insult by proxy.
::removes foot, stepping back to observe as jennydelaney
scrambles to feet, red-faced and minus her infamous poise::
A word of advice I would have thought you might already know from being out here so long.Always
watch your back while you run your mouth.