Garage//voice//action

[synanthrope]

[There's the sound of metal on metal, and then an odd clicking, like heels on cement. The singing is low and soft, like she doesn't want to be heard]

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Up came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again.

[There's a pause, and a breath.]

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out...

[Her voice is technically very nice, but there's an odd flatness about it.]

Comments

[synanthrope]

That's your job, not what you do.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

What would you say that you do, then?

[synanthrope]

I fix things.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Not as a job?

[synanthrope]

I'm an engineer, professionally.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Ah. I suppose fixing's more specific, in that case.

[synanthrope]

Yes.

So what do you do?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Arrange things.

[synanthrope]

I could always have someone in my corner to arrange things.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Most people can do it--it isn't exactly a specialised talent.

[synanthrope]

Most people are stupid.

Are you, Alan Ryves?

1/2

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I have my moments.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

This is fairly sudden.

[synanthrope]

Fairly sudden would be if I offered to suck your cock.

This is just a conversation.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I see. Would you mind if I asked about the nursery rhyme, then?

[synanthrope]

You can ask, although I doubt it means anything more than what it is. It was stuck in my head, that's all.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Rhymes do have a habit of that. But it's cleared out, I take it.

[synanthrope]

Yes. It's gone now.