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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 13, 2010 23:40:33 GMT -8
His ears flickered a bit at that again. She wasn't his concern, but some part of him couldn't leave her by herself in this area. It just went against his ideas of how he should treat queens.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 13, 2010 23:44:17 GMT -8
She tilted her head, an amused smirk flirting around her lips, though it could easily be passed off as a vague smile. His ears were rather entertaining to watch, breeze or not. "Why?" she asked after a moment, leaning back on both her paws and crossing her legs in their flimsy stockings. Seriously, she was never sure what to do with these things. Was it even worth it to wear them?
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 13, 2010 23:48:12 GMT -8
"Just thinking it's a long time to wait. After all, it's a rough neighborhood, an' it's gettin' colder by the minute."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 13, 2010 23:52:05 GMT -8
She arched a brow at him, changing her posture to lean her elbow on her knee, cupping her chin in the paw. "True enough," she said, tail starting to move along the barrel behind her. "Any suggestions?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 13, 2010 23:59:15 GMT -8
Jerrie checked his watch. He supposed he could wait at least a little while before checking in with the PI... "I...well...."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 14, 2010 0:06:50 GMT -8
Her brow only arched higher, waiting for him to figure out one way or another what he was going to say. He had an air about him...
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 14, 2010 0:14:33 GMT -8
He glanced around again. "Well, I ain't got anywhere to be fer a while. I could wait a bit with y'. If it ain't a bother."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 14, 2010 0:18:49 GMT -8
She waved a paw in their general area. "Please, take a crate," she said. That's it, he was adorable. Not many toms would even consider such a thing, or would have tried getting something out of her by then, if not having just walked away entirely. Interesting. She wasn't actually sure she liked him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 14, 2010 0:21:30 GMT -8
He settled on a nearby crate. This meant he'd be getting home later than he planned, but ah well. Teazer knew he might be working late tonight. "Don' think I got y' name."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 14, 2010 0:34:50 GMT -8
She held out one small paw to him. "Clara Rosenthorn," she said by way of introduction.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 14, 2010 0:36:01 GMT -8
He shook the offered paw. "Jerrie Wheeler. Y' from 'round 'ere?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 14, 2010 0:39:06 GMT -8
"No," she said, keeping the wince off her face. "Far away. From your accent I take it you didn't grow up here either."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 14, 2010 0:42:37 GMT -8
"Nah, 'm from down South aways. What brin's y' here?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 14, 2010 0:44:17 GMT -8
She shrugged. "I wanted to get out of Europe after the war. I've been here several years now. What made you pack up and move then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 14, 2010 0:46:04 GMT -8
"It was time f' a change. Didn' care for where I was." He replied. No need to go deeper than that.
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