Fred Regency Raptor: *expletive censored*
Ari Fuzzy Mango: Helloooo…? Anyone home? *knocks on the door again*
FRR: Good lord! Miss Mango? Is that you?
AFM: Fred! Sorry, am I interr—
FRR: No, not at all! I’ve just been…I mean, I didn’t expect…*slips book facedown onto the armchair*…what I mean to say is that this is…all rather sudden. Where on earth have you BEEN?
AFM: I know, I’m sorry! I did say I was coming back, though. And now school’s out and I’ve…graduated. (Holy crap what.) So, er, here I am!
FRR: Yes, but…didn’t you have that…trip…y…thing you did?
AFM: Oh, yes! The choir tour!
FRR: Where was it you went again?
AFM: China and Hong Kong, for two weeks. I only just got back, so my time zones are a little screwed up, and…yeah. *gestures sheepishly at the clock reading 3:15 AM* But I’m home now! And trying to work out precisely what I’m going to be doing with my life this summer (slash this year slash the next few years).
FRR: But…if you’ll pardon my frankness, are you well and truly back? Are we to expect that you’ll go gallivanting off for goodness knows how long at the—
AFM: No! No. What I mean to say is that, for the foreseeable future, I’m back to blogging on a regular basis.
FRR: *cocks an eyebrow* *stares*
AFM: No, honestly! I am!
FRR: *continues to stare*
FRR: *raises both eyebrows* *picks up tea and takes a sip*
AFM: Soooo… *casts about the room* What’s this you’re reading? *takes a step towards the chair and the familiar-looking novel*
FRR: *snatching up the book* Oh, just some light fiction…you know, for the insomnia…
AFM: It’s Twilight, isn’t it?
FRR: NO! *splutters* No! How…what kind of a…
AFM: *raises eyebrows and grins* Dude, it’s fine. No shame! I read them too. John Green read them. They’re just fluff—
FRR: How could you THINK that of me??
AFM: Fred. Tell me honestly: how many books have black covers with a pair of hands holding a red apple on the front?
AFM: *grinning* Riiight. Well then, I’m off to bed. Enjoy the literary junk food. That’s what it’s for, after all—enjoying. In the meantime, I’m going to try to get off Beijing time, if I can. Sooo…
AFM: *stands awkwardly in the doorway* Well…g’night, I guess. *exits*
FRR: *waits a moment* *calls out* Miss Mango!
AFM: *pops head back around the corner* Mmm?
FRR: …well, it’s…uh…nice. To have you back.
AFM: Awww, Fred! *dashes back into room* *pounces on Fred and hugs him* *tea goes everywhere* Did you miss me?
FRR: Well, I—
AFM: Oh, I missed you too!
FRR: *sighs* *mutters under his breath* Mammals.