This didn't happen.

In that place in Kippur's head, where the essense of characters lived, two of them sat down for a drink. It was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them as they drank. A sort of nuetrality and acceptance that nothing beyond talk would happen.

"So she finally finshed it."

"Yeah. Who would have thunk it?"

"With a fever too." There was a shake of the head and a sip. "I wonder if it's coherent."

"She hasn't looked yet. She's been too giddy."

"Giddy. Yes, that's the word for it. I never thought that it would be actually used to describe a real person."

A shrug. "Well, she's a weird one."

"That she is."

"Now we just have to wait for the sequal."

"Edits you mean."

"Yes, edits. Like that class room scene." Here there was amusement. "You among the children. Not that there's much of a difference."

An olive was thrown and ducked. "What did I ever see in you?"

"My stunning good looks? Oh come on now, you needn't stick your tounge out at me like that."

"You stop acting like a self absorbed git and we'll talk."

"Really?"

"No."

"I had to ask, you know."

"Yeah."

Both drinks were finished and the two turned their seperate ways.

"They all are." This was said looking into the glass.

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