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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 3:25:18 GMT -8
"Got no reason not to." Tugger admitted, "Jus' figured it might be polite t'ask you first. Mebbe' we'd better have a proper introduction?" he offered her a paw.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 3:28:54 GMT -8
Bombalurina studied his broad shoulders a moment, sensing no sort of danger in them, despite their size, offering him a slight smile reading his statement for an offering of peace.
"Bombalurina Piper," She offered him her paw gently, her tense spine relaxing further and melting into a comfortable stand before him.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 3:38:57 GMT -8
"Tugger Hollister," he returned after a second, meeting her eyes with a friendly, albeit brief, smile.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 3:46:13 GMT -8
Bombalurina let her paw linger for a moment before retracting it. There was no use in getting too comfortable; it only let to stupidity on her part. She had to admit, even she was partial to a cocktail of sincerity and a pretty face. She let her paw move to smooth over her velvety hip, the other gently pushing some of her hair back as her ears flickered somewhat, purely to busy her paws in nervous habit, and steady herself against the warmth of the stranger at hand.
"So, Mr. Hollister," She began, her naturally husky voice somewhat kind, and curious. "What is it you do?"
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 3:51:19 GMT -8
Ah, that had been going well, right up to the point she'd asked that question. Tugger shifted slightly, his expression becoming more closed, "Nothin' special." That was likely as much of an answer as she would get. He didn't offer anything in return either.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 3:53:53 GMT -8
Bombalurina noticed his discomfort, nodding somewhat and feeling slightly at home. At least she wasn't the only one who hated her job.
"You hate yours too I'm assuming?" She relaxed, a fuller, slightly more open smile touching her lips gently.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 4:03:40 GMT -8
Tugger was a little taken aback at that, "I got no problem with it." he said after a moment, "It just ain't much."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 4:08:52 GMT -8
Bombi sighed somewhat at that, knowing she had misjudged her footing slightly, disheartened. Maybe she was the only cat in Felidae who despised her job (or more, her boss and his sleazy stories) enough it was a war everyday to drag herself out of bed.
"Guess I'm the only one then..." She sighed gently, glancing away and nervously shifting her weight on her heels.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 4:15:35 GMT -8
Tugger had been too wrapped up in his own insecurities to realise how hard she was searching for common ground. "If y'hate it so much," he hazarded, "there much else goin' you could do instead? I'm guessin' a gal like you's gotta be a whole lot better qualified than the likes of me, no other papers you could move to or what-have-you?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 4:21:42 GMT -8
She actually contemplated mentioning her failed singing career, but she felt it best to keep such painful secrets, and her melodiously husky voice, under wraps. Bombi knew better then to tempt herself with the possibility of revisiting one of her greatest passions - it only lead to hurt, or seedy bars where the listeners would have rather seen her garter belt and had her singing lullabies to them in their rooms then listen to the deep well of emotion such beautiful music could tap into, and the heart that melted gently in the words.
Hesitation flickered deeply in her eyes, but she steeled herself, long lashes blinking away memories from her green gaze.
"Afraid not, Kitten." She was slightly off put by her musings, the pet name slipping out incidentally, "I'm just living bill to bill, and this is the best I can do."
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 4:27:18 GMT -8
Now that, at least, was something Tugger could relate to, "Nice t'meet somone else here who's not all money," he admitted, brushing off the affectionate, "much the same f'me, though I let my brother handle the actual bills, he's got a better head f'it."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 4:31:39 GMT -8
Bombalurina's look softened gently at the mention of his brother, wondering briefly if he ever discounted himself because of his lack number-savvy brains (Cat, she could budget what she had to because she had to, not because she was good at it), offering him a flickering smile. She shook her long mane of hair slightly, letting it fall gently over her shoulders.
"I'm not looking to be rich. I'd just like to be...comfortable for once." She admitted, surprisingly honest with him, "Comfortable enough to buy something nice every once in a while, or comfortable enough to fix the leaks in the ceiling."
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 4:37:55 GMT -8
Tugger nodded, "I know where you're comin' from." he lapsed into silence, unsure where to go from here, eyes flicking to her and then roving around the room again.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 4:43:40 GMT -8
Bombalurina nodded gently with his agreement, following his gaze to te fluctuating crowd with some interest, her paw finding the ends of her long scarlet headfur, twirling the dusty tips around her claws some.
"I bet no one else here has a leaky ceiling." She murmurred gently, more so to herself, sighing some. She shifted self conciously as some waify, beaded flapper girls passed, the hourglass queen glancing gently away in some annoyance, trying to remember why she subjected herself to something so flashy and expensive as the famed New Year's Eve Gala.
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Post by amanika on Jan 13, 2011 4:50:11 GMT -8
Tugger nodded, "Mebbe, though Mac told me there was a mix of people here tonight, still too many of the rich an'notorious f'my likin' though."
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