[Coat? Check.
Keys? Check.
Money? Check.
Mental sanity? Check.
Once sure to have really taken everything, she followed her friend outside of the house, locking the door while Janice was scouting around. She heard her inhaling but didn’t do the same; gee, it would hurt. It would feel like having her nostrils burn. Nevertheless, she would never mind leaving the house, not even in such unpleasant situation. But the question prevented her from shamelessly tittering.]
Yes, I think we should. It’s not a long walk from here to the Doctor, yet it takes thirty minutes, and I seem to understand that we’d both hate to make him wait… wouldn’t we? And besides it’s been a while since I’ve last been on a car.
[Coming closer, she cut off the ‘hurt’ topic, innocently placing her arms behind her back and smiling.]
[Janice took her friend’s arm, bringing Melina closer to her. She had the oddest sense that, somehow, Melina would be trying to get away, and she wanted nothing of the sort to happen. Searching for a passing taxi, she murmured,]
Okay, so we take a car. I don’t have one, and I’m fairly certain you don’t either. Your father might, but I’m not going to touch it.
[Shifting her gaze to Melina, the singer smiled grimly, although she did her best to lighten her expression.]
Don’t you know anything about what the doctor wants, Melina?
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I keep disappearing and coming back irregularly, and even without giving notice. I’m sorry for that. While I do have excuses, not only technical, but also personal, it’s unfair of me to expect you to simply accept that.
Ah, I see. That’s always a good thing to do! I had a great relationship with my science teacher, perhaps I should go visit her sometime.. I think that’d make her happy.
Oh! That reminds me.. do you think I’d make a good professor, Janice?
[Claire looked worried. She wasn’t sure she had what it took.]
[The singer smiled, stepping around Claire in a circle. A few moments later, she was facing her once more.]
I think you’d do wonderfully at it. Tell me, are you planning to apply for a position? Or do you have one already?
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Well, that’s a start, I suppose!
[Claire chuckled. Everyone tried to keep up with the prices at the grocer’s.]
Hmm.. you keep tabs on Gressenheller? Well, like what? Just the general news, or..?
Ah, well…it’s really been quite some time since I last visited, but I try to keep up with available classes, as well as speaking with the teachers relatively often.
[Janice laughed, reaching up to begin toying with her hair.]
It all really goes back to…that…matter we talked about last time.
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Do I? I suppose I do try to be dedicated about everything, especially my work, but..
[Oh, gosh, this was embarrassing! She wasn’t used to being complimented so much in one conversation. She laughed nervously.]
But surely you must stay on top of some things?
[Janice laughed, thinking about the things she did follow. Skipping over the slight obsession that she had over watching her friend’s health, there really wasn’t that much.]
Well…I suppose that I stay on top of…ah, I often try to keep up with prices at the grocer’s?
[It was a weak reply, she knew. But she could honestly think of not much else at the moment.]
Oh, and Gressenheller!
(Source: divaofeternity)
Well, I’m not very on top of the music scene, I’m afraid.. I’ve always been buried in my work that I’ve never.. had the time to listen to anything! How foolish, right? I’m really sorry I didn’t piece the puzzle together sooner —
Oh.. puzzles..
[Claire giggled. She almost sounded like Hershel when she said that - and it wasn’t even on purpose! Oh, gosh, she was acting like a lovesick schoolgirl, and it must stop! She contained herself, but her smile stuck on her face.]
[Janice smiled sweetly at Claire’s antics, finding them rather endearing. After all…the scientist was a lovely soul, someone nice to speak to.]
To be quite frank, I don’t stay on top of many things that don’t concern my work. I must admit, you really do seem very dedicated with everything.
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Eeh? Are you jealous, Janice? [Melina tilted her head and stuck out a tiny bit of her tongue, jokingly; if her friend didn’t want to, then neither she wanted to carry on the topic, as it didn’t matter. Besides she was as aware as the redhead of the importance of their meeting with the doctor. But she wanted Janice to be genuinely happy at least once- despite no matter what, she always had that sorrowful aura around her, and it clearly was the pianist’s fault. All, solely, her fault.]
But of course! I said I would be ready when you were, didn’t I? So let’s go.
[She drew away from her friend and walked towards the door, grabbing her coat as she did so. Gesturing with a hand she silently asked ‘Shall we?’, waiting, while checking with her eyes not to be forgetting anything.]
Of course I’m not jealous.
[Janice replied to her friend brusquely, tugging on the ends of her wrap and moving past her out the door. Looking out and about at the busy London streets, she exhaled slowly. The cold air cleared her mind, setting her free from the muddling atmosphere of the Whistler house. She went down the steps briskly, spinning around to face her friend.]
Do you think we should hire a cab? I don’t know whether this might hurt you or no, so…
