Maggy et Hazel #6

"Stop doing that", Billie said after she gasped."You freak me out. Eh. Long day. Exhausting."

"Sorry" Arthur mumbled, "Another day of screaming children?" He asked.

"I like screaming children. I don't like screaming adults", Billie sighed.

"Oh, I don't like either" Arthur noticed, with a shrug. "I don't like screaming."

"Too much. Unneccessary", Billie shook her head dropping onto the sofa.

"So what are you planning on doing now?" Arthur asked, sitting next to her.

"Might ask you the same question", Billie said.

Arthur shrugged "I have all the time in the world to do things I've planned" Arthur noticed, slightly melancholy, but after a second looked up at her and smiled.

"I don't. And I have no idea what to do", Billie sighed.

"Hm. There is a lot you can do, I am guessing you have finished your work?" Arthur asked

"Nope. But it all can be delayed", Billie smiled lightly.

Arthur smiled lightly, "Procrastination, the best" He said.

"Always", Billie sighed stretching lightly."God, an office job is repetitive."

"I bet it is" Arthur nodded, "Ever thought of a job less office-y?"

"The only two things in life I can do are designing and poem writing. Not really", Billie shrugged.

"Poetry? You never mentioned you were a poet" Arthur noticed.

"Poet is such a specific word", Billie shrugged. Poeyry was a part of her life she never told anyone about.

"What do you write about in poems?" Arthur asked, curiously.

"People. Life", Billie shrugged. She didn't write about anything in particular; she just wrote

"Any examples?" Arthur asked, looking at her.

"Umm." Sure, why not."I know just how it feels
to climb a mountain / only to fall back down; / there’s no will to try again / once you’ve hit the ground", she recited.

(not mine)

"I like that" Arthur noticed, "Do you write poetry often?" He asked.

Billie shrugged."At night, mostly. Not as often as I'd like."

"Poetry is a brilliant thing" Arthur noticed.

"Yeah it is. Every poem's like a diary entry", Billie agreed.