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Post by spiderbear on Jan 24, 2011 17:43:23 GMT -8
As soon as they were a short distance away, Bombalurina untangled herself from Phil's arm, her spine coiling in a shudder of disgust, wiping her paws down ferociously on her skirt-suit.
"Please don't tell me those are the sorts of people you deal with..." The scarlet queen shook her head, shooting Phil a glance. "Besides, I got you your photo didn't I?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2011 17:48:19 GMT -8
He rolled a shoulder. "You just have to know how to deal with types like that. For a job like this, you have to know how to deal with all types of cat, actually. Though, if it makes you feel any better, no, I don't generally deal with types like Jones." He paused for a moment. "Have you been getting shots of the models too then?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 24, 2011 17:51:54 GMT -8
Bombalurina appeared satiated by his reassurance Jones was a....special case. She nodded to her camera, taking it back from his grip.
"Everyone...socialites were happy enough to pose next to the collection as well so...you should have enough to work with." Bombalurina cocked a hip, her paw resting on it as she shifted her weight in her heels to a comfortable stand.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2011 19:41:15 GMT -8
He blinked and shrugged again. "Good. Do you think you'll be able to get some of them developed this afternoon?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 24, 2011 21:08:29 GMT -8
"Consider it done." She waved off; she often found people underestimated her work ethic, and Bombalurina was, regrettably, used to it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2011 21:22:30 GMT -8
"Mhm," he said, having never encountered her work ethic before. "Getting all those developed this afternoon would be great, thanks. When we get back to the office, I'll see about getting you that first paycheck." And then hope she'd stick around the next month so he didn't waste the money.
((Is there anything else you want to do with these guys right now?))
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 24, 2011 21:31:22 GMT -8
((I'm pretty flexible, I don't mind honestly - whatever you want))
Bombi's face lit up at the reminder of her early pay, which she'd quite honestly forgotten about, too wrapped up in actually doing real work instead of hanging around trailing trophy wives and crook businessmen.
"Sure..." She smiled, glancing down at her camera happily and dusting some fluff off the side of it carefully.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2011 21:50:01 GMT -8
((Eh, I'm inclined to say to leave it for the time being.))
Philip nodded, turning his steps back toward the office building.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 24, 2011 21:54:04 GMT -8
Bombi smirked, more so to herself, hoping she had at least proved she was good for something. Again, she trailed around Philip, rather then behind him, though letting him lead their backtrack to the office.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 24, 2011 22:00:04 GMT -8
[THREAD END]
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