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[awesome_lilly]

There is stomping. Lots of stomping. And it's heading towards Meg and Andrew's room.

You wouldn't think a tiny blonde girl could make that much of an impact, would you? Behold the power of rage.

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[balletrat]

*. . . well, that doesn't sound like Andrew.

Meg sits up on the bed, blinking, and starts towards the door.*

[awesome_lilly]

"Meg?"

Lilly's not knocking. The door looks relieved, inasmuch as a door can look relieved.

"Are you in there? And do you have anything I can punch?"

[balletrat]

Yes to both! *Meg calls back, and stops to snag a pillow before pulling the door open wide, since it's clearly going to be a priority.*

Here -

*She tosses Lilly the pillow.*

Punch, then talk.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly hits the pillow, throws it down, stomps on it, picks it up, hurls it at the bed, and then body-slams it into the blankets. She may even toss in the People's Elbow. Then there's a moment of silence and catching her breath.




"I ran into Pete in the bar."

[balletrat]

*Meg's eyes widen.*

- Peter Pevensie? Was in the bar?

*As the months of absence stretched out, Meg had fallen back on the assumption that he'd gone out the door, and onto . . . elsewhere.*

I - guess it didn't go well.

[awesome_lilly]

"Apparently he was off being my friend," Lilly spits out. "By, you know, disappearing and never speaking to me because that's what friends do."

She sits up, shoving the unfortunate pillow to the side.

"Also I'm capable of ruining his entire afterlife with like, my presence. Or so he said. God, just... during the whole conversation it was so hard to believe he ever wore a crown instead of an asshat."

[balletrat]

Maybe it was a crown-asshat combination, *Meg offers, and settles next to Lilly on top of the much-abused pillow.*

You can imagine him sitting on the little spiky bits, if it helps? Which . . . he completely deserves, if not more, because Dieu - I mean, he actually said that?

[awesome_lilly]

"Pretty much," Lilly replies sulkily.

"I mean, I asked what happened, and why he disappeared... okay, after we'd kinda been arguing a bit and he said I happened."

She makes a face.

"How bullshit is that?"

[balletrat]

Total merde.

*Meg snorts, shaking her head.*

I mean - unrequited love, oui, it's not fun but only angsty poets let it send them up into hermitude for a year, and even after that they've got like the Aeneid to show for it. So unless Peter's suddenly turned into Keats while I wasn't looking -

[awesome_lilly]

"Not so much, no."

Lilly remembers Keats from English class only in a vague, 'I could totally party with La Belle Dame Sans Merci' way, but still.

"No poetry. I think he's just been sulking. Can you believe that?"

[balletrat]

He's not even a teenager, *Meg says, wrinkling her nose.* Or consumptive or anything. What excuse has he got?

- I mean, my guess would be that he's grasping for excuses, and he came up with you because he really doesn't have one. But it's still stupid.

[awesome_lilly]

"Really stupid," Lilly concurs. "And it just... I got so mad. Because he used to be like, normal and fun in a weird 50's way, and then he got all weird and ran away."

She sighs.

"And... okay, being dead can be hard on you sometimes, I get that. But it's not like you and I stick our heads in the sand for months at a time because of it, and we don't use it as an excuse to be whiny and mean."

[balletrat]

*Meg nods, vigorously.*

You and I - we deal.

That's what living is - even when you're dead. You figure out a bright side, and you work with what you've got. But . . . it doesn't look like Peter's figured that out yet.

Which is his loss, really, it's just - hard on everybody else.

[awesome_lilly]

"Yeah it is," Lilly mutters.

"And... he doesn't even see how good he's got it for a dead guy! All his siblings are here with him, his god stops by every so often, he used to not suck at making friends... I just don't get why he had to turn into such a baby about the whole deal."

[balletrat]

Well, everyone else here has this and that and the other tragic backstory, *Meg offers, with a quick rueful grin.*

Maybe he's just trying to compete.

[awesome_lilly]

"Which is stupid. He's stupid."

Lilly sighs heavily.

"I miss when he wasn't so stupid."

[balletrat]

What he needs is not to take himself so seriously.

I mean - well, obviously, I haven't talked to the new-and-unimproved Peter yet, but it sounds like he's just lost his perspective, tu sais? Like, he can't enjoy anything because one thing went wrong.

[awesome_lilly]

"Maybe if he could pull his head out of his ass he could look around for his perspective."

Lilly's still grumbling, but she's calmer now.

"Whatever. I don't even know why I'm letting it bother me."

[balletrat]

*A small smile.*

Because you're still his friend - oui?

Even if he's too busy getting up close and personal with his intestines and kidneys and all to be yours, right now.

[awesome_lilly]

"I guess I am."

Lilly shrugs.

"But, you know. He needs to stop associating with his internal organs so closely for that to continue."

[balletrat]

They're clearly not a good influence on him, *Meg agrees, with a sigh.

She puts her arm over Lilly's shoulders, in a half-hug.*

He'll smarten out eventually.