vincent van blair

okay!

so if nobody's watching, we can talk about our plan to use the secret tunnel under henrik's, right?

vincent took a drag. it's no menthol. 'i like to keep my eyes on the ground. you never know where a story might turn up. where'd you wander? see anything interesting?'

'i can't put that in a report,' van blair said, sitting down on the ground, loosening his tie. 'c'mon then, what've you been up to, huh?'

'oh, it's you! my *nameless compatriot*. long time, no see, huh?'

sir, i never say ANYTHING i don't mean.

oh, a *gentleman*, huh? funny way of showing it.

if you don't stop pussyfootin' 'round, kid, we're all gonna be fuckin' radroach food.

huh? eh? howzat? i think my impression's pretty good.

now eat your pancakes and stop giving me *those* eyes.

let ME tell YOU something . . .

@wontgoquietly.bsky.social hey, i've gotta ask: what's with the skull thong?

don't worry! i'm *NOT* a lightwei--

van blair ferret run, GO!!!

( getting into bed with him, cosying up at his side. ) hey, what does that say about *you*?

chase me for it.

LUCA AND I WANT TO WATCH *OUR* VIDEOS!!!

c'monnnn don't hog it!

orson said its my turn on the ipad

oh, i'm hot now, am i?

that what you tell 'em all?

you'd miss it more than me, wouldn't you, bear?

i don't want an infection! then i'm no good to anyone and i can't write anything without my hands.

gimme a sec, i've cut my hand. i'm patching it up.

( giggling. ) sure are, big guy!

WHAT.

yeah, i guess you're right.

you don't *really* think you're in charge here, do you?

more than i do about this stuff.

it's what kim said about me. i'm *used to it* from you. i dunno, kinda... hurt. a little. i guess.

ow!!!

wait so what was all that stuff with cassie and the doctor about when they had to 'imagine' the tardis??? what were those visions about??? who was the woman writing on that uneven floor??? what's this star stuff everyone keeps talking about?

oh really? please do!

oh man i just *hate* it when i miss the exposition scene