Snippets of conversations and various quotes from our dynamic duo. Vary from funny to serious to inane.
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Me: 'Our home is girt by sea'...our what is what?
Killy: Home is girt.
Me: Sounds dirty.
Killy: It's not.
Me: Girt. Who says girt?
Killy: Those people, obviously.
Me: Weirdos.
Killy: That's a bit harsh.
Me: Pfft.
Killy: Well, have you written an anthem?
Me: I have better things.
Killy: Like?
Me: ...your mum.
Killy: Oh, I'm crushed.
Me: *On phone, and pacing*
Killy: *Attempting to follow*
Me: *Doing brisk circuits around the house*
Killy: *Explosively* Oh for GOD'S SAKES WOMAN, STAND STILL!
Me: Argh! *Drops phone*
Killy: ...
Me: ...*stares at phone and confused sounds emanating from it*
Killy: Have fun explaining that one.
Me: Oh yeah! We're totally psychically connected!
Killy: You say that as though there's something there to connect.
[After thinking something rather idiotic]
Me: Go brain! Be as stupid as you can be!
Killy: It hardly needs your permission, dear.
Me: *Attempting to draw someone in a crouched position*
Killy: Aaaaand now it looks like he has a really deformed penis sticking out across the page.
Me: *Opens cabinet, distractedly searching for cinnamon sugar*
Killy: I didn't know you had a headache.
Me: Huh? *Focusses, and realises it's the medicine cabinet*
Killy: Please tell me you weren't about to sprinkly ibuprofen on your toast.
Killy: You do realise you're scrubbing the pan with the rough side of the sponge and therefore ruining the pan, just like your mother has asked you not to?
Me: Yeeeah, I just don't really care right now.
Killy: ...you're a horrible daughter.
Me: So I'll buy her a nice hand-towel for Christmas >>
Killy: Horrible.
Me: Bleugh, I hate this [cold].
Killy: Drink some water.
Me: *Sulkily* Don't wanna.
Killy: Oh, I'm sorry! I was under the impression you wanted to get rid of this thing, but apparently you want to nurture it. My mistake. Shall we name it?
(I drank the damn water >>)
Me: *Fiddling with shower handles* Too hot, too hot, too hot - ARGH, too cold!
Killy: Who are you, Goldilocks?
Killy: No, you cannot raise a herd of laughter cows!
(It doesn't make that much more sense in context, I promise.)
[At a rotary club type lunch in which everyone else probably has great-grandchildren)
Killy: *Quietly* One of these things is not like the others...
[Watching TGC movie]
Pan: Lyra...I'm afraid D:
Lyra: WE'VE GOT TO MASTER OUR FEAR.
Killy: Forget that. If I tell you I'm afraid, you turn around and walk right out, y'hear?
Me: *Wanders downstairs in jammies seeking mum*
Mike's Friend: *UNEXPECTEDLY THERE*
Me: O_O *Flees back upstairs*
Killy: Oh, don't worry. He was playing Guitar Hero, so I'm willing to bet he wouldn't have noticed even if you slept in the nude, and no we are not trying this theory.
[Hilarious coincidences yay!]
Me: *Looking at lake while walking to bus stop*
Killy: *Abruptly huffs and looks in opposite direction*
Me: *Trips* D:
Killy: *Grumpily* Stop talking to yourself.
Me: ...
Killy: You're right. I'm sorry. I take that one back.
Me: Aw, you know me so well.
Killy: *Agreeably* It's the burden I have to bear.
Me: Well thanks.
Killy: Don't worry. It only keeps me up at night every couple of days or so. You know. On a good week.