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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 21:38:06 GMT -8
"I don't take money til a job's done. Don't feel right about it."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 21:40:51 GMT -8
"...and I don't feel right if I let you leave without something..." She stressed, stepping forward to press the cash in one paw, grabbing his other and closing it over, taking a quick step back into the kitchen.
"Just take it - the least I can do."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 21:42:18 GMT -8
He glanced over the cash and shook his head, setting it down on a side table. "I ain't done anythin' worth money. I'll be by tomorrow with m' friend? If I c'n talk 'im inta helpin'."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 21:43:57 GMT -8
She turned, pushing some hair from her face, her lips parted slightly by the indignity of him refusing cash, though her raised eyebrows suggested intrigue. Whoever had caught him, was a lucky queen.
"It'll still be there tomorrow...I won't move it." She challenged him one last time, a slight flicker of amusement passing over he features.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 21:46:36 GMT -8
"Mhm. Well, see y' 'round. Take care, miss."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 21:48:54 GMT -8
"Miss?" She glanced at him in amusement. "We do work together...technically. Bombi."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 21:49:45 GMT -8
"Jerrie, then. Any'ow. Take care, Bombi." He tipped his hat to her and headed toward the door.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 21:51:52 GMT -8
"You too." The waved after him gently, before turning back to her refridgerator to look for something worth cooking for lunch.
((Thread End))
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