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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 15:44:31 GMT -8
Philip glanced over at her and shook his head, returning to his own work. If she wanted to be silent and offended, that was her prerogative. As long as she did the job, he was fine with that. And she wasn't trying to sit on any of his things either, which helped.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 15:50:33 GMT -8
((The sitting on his stuff really set him off, didn't it? Haha))
The scarlet queen finished her work quietly, but surprisingly speedily, capping the fountain pen and resting it on the desk. Reclining easily in her chair, legs crossed as she relaxed a little, she glanced expectantly up towards Philip, head resting on her left paw, supported by the arm of the chair. Bombalurina felt it best to let Phil do the thinking; he seemed like the kind of tom who was rather good at it when he bothered to try, and she figured she'd play the game nicely as long as somecat else was handling the rules.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 15:58:16 GMT -8
((Oh, yeah, I'm going back and modifying his profile on how much that bothered him.))
"Done?" he asked, reaching across and returning the fountain pen to the desk drawer. "Good. Should be another fifteen or so minutes before we should head out to the fashion show."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 16:12:08 GMT -8
The scarlet queen smirked somewhat victoriously - afterall, she wasn't an idiot, and she was quite capable of handling any work he should throw at her - leaning int the seat cushions, somewhat relaxing before they'd have to seek out the hustle and bustle of a good report.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 16:15:18 GMT -8
He arched a brow. "Well, you can go file that with the desk then, and when you're done, should do a run down of the show, so you know what to look out for and all that before we leave."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 17:03:42 GMT -8
The scarlet queen smirked, rising gracefully, relaxing as she felt her point was made. Grabbing her completed paperwork, she wandering out and over to the Main Desk, the still preoccupied receptionist snatching it from her paws long enough to give her a dirty look. Brushing off th unwelcome gesture, the queen returned, pulling the door shut behind her out of habit and moving over to lean against the arm of her chair.
"So, what will I be on the lookout for?" Bombi raised a brow somewhat, eyeing him less-seriously or gravely then before.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 18:00:05 GMT -8
Philip considered her again. "Well, here's a list of big names to be looking for. They are supposed to be showing up to the show. Keep an eye especially on outfits. The main piece is about the show itself, but what cats wear to it is almost equally important. You'll also be positioned next to most of the models, get as many different shots as possible of them. I'll deal with the actual talking."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 18:08:56 GMT -8
"Models?" Bombalurina rolled her eyes; she hated their pretty elfin faces and their thin, waif-like forms. "I'll try..." She sighed, looking less then impressed by the proposition, her eyebrow raising at the offhanded mention of her removal from any "speaking" duties.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 18:29:00 GMT -8
"You'll try?" Philip asked with an arched brow. "You're hardly going to be one. You just have to stay close to the catwalk and take the pictures of them. Try to get some different angles while you're at it."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 18:45:45 GMT -8
Bombi eyed him, "I know how to take a photograph, you know." The scarlet queen's gaze was ferociously defensive, but not in any was malicious or attacking.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 18:47:26 GMT -8
"Well, good," Philip said, rising. "Because otherwise you wouldn't be getting paid now would you?" He picked up his coat and hat, letting his ears flicker back so the hat would sit right when he put it on.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 19:28:21 GMT -8
Bombalurina felt a chill of annoyance pass through her at that, green eyes flashing somewhat.
"No, I wouldn't kitten," Despite the fact they were - from what she could gather - the same age, she used the usual pet name loosely. Tail flickering gently in some sort of humour, she gathered her camera off the floor, glancing toward him as she breezed past him.
((Sorry for the slow replies, my email's being stupid and not telling me you've replied hahaha))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 19:52:40 GMT -8
((... email?))
Philip didn't look terribly impressed with the pet name, or her attempting to go before him, but he shrugged and closed the door behind him, having stuck several pencils into a pocket, and one into the brim of his hat, his notebook shoved under one arm as he strolled down the stairs onto the street, turning to go down the two blocks to where the show was being hosted in an old studio downtown.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 19:55:19 GMT -8
((If you bookmark the thread you can get an email notification to each reply - its handy when you're multi-tasking ☺))
Bombi smirked, tracing around his pathway towards the show, not walking too far in front (she, afterall, wasn't familiar with Felidae as it were), but not particularly trailing behind him either.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 20:07:16 GMT -8
((Interesting. I live on the site enough as it is though, refreshing usually works for me XD. But a good trick to keep in mind)).
Reaching the place, Philip opened the door and held it open for her.
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