Penelope is many, many things. Paying attention is certainly one of them.
"So we're doing business. Jesus, you could've just said so. Not that I'd use the word 'artist' to describe myself like... ever, but since we're being unbearably facetious already, why not go all out. I don't do menswear, but somehow I think asking you to elaborate would get me precisely fucking nowhere."
Speaking of going nowhere. Penelope takes a moment out from her casual stroll to finish her coffee and dump the empty cup into a nearby bin-- it's weird how society in this city can be both ultra-modern and practically medieval. Not that it bothers her, but it can make for a surreal, sort of post-modern state of mind.
"Would it even be worth it to ask anything else? Like what would happen if I just stopped talking, would we just keep going forever in silence? Oh, you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you, you miserable bastard." Penelope June Lane is the only person in the known universe (maybe ALL known universes) who can say that with genuine affection.
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"So we're doing business. Jesus, you could've just said so. Not that I'd use the word 'artist' to describe myself like... ever, but since we're being unbearably facetious already, why not go all out. I don't do menswear, but somehow I think asking you to elaborate would get me precisely fucking nowhere."
Speaking of going nowhere. Penelope takes a moment out from her casual stroll to finish her coffee and dump the empty cup into a nearby bin-- it's weird how society in this city can be both ultra-modern and practically medieval. Not that it bothers her, but it can make for a surreal, sort of post-modern state of mind.
"Would it even be worth it to ask anything else? Like what would happen if I just stopped talking, would we just keep going forever in silence? Oh, you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you, you miserable bastard." Penelope June Lane is the only person in the known universe (maybe ALL known universes) who can say that with genuine affection.