{log ota} a ghostea party

[eucre.livejournal.com]

Pinkies out, teacups up, long sip. Long sip at air, but that's not the point. The point is the lovely sitting across from her -- has he left? No, she can still hear whispers, many whispers. There are a lot now, because it's fall-almost-cold and that's when they come. Just whispers. Once more, but not now.

Piper's found a dress for the occasion - possibly stolen it, but she'll return it, of course. How she procured a table for the occasion? Impossible to tell. And even more inexplicable are the three chairs that are unoccupied, the lacy tablecloth that sits under a china tea set that looks like it's out of a girl's dollhouse. 

Come join her for tea. After all, she's not accompanied by anyone else. Or so it seems.

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[eucre.livejournal.com]

"Wherever they want to!" Which is obviously a logical answer. She nod-nods seriously, because surely he'll understand.

[topofmohs-scale.livejournal.com]

Not really what he's hoping for, but an answer he expected. It will have to do. So he offers her another affectionate smile and eats.