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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 17, 2011 0:34:14 GMT -8
"This end?" he asked, tilting his head in question, one ear laying a bit flatter underneath his hat.
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Post by sybbil on Nov 20, 2011 21:45:20 GMT -8
"I've always been the one introducing people to my family." The color in her cheeks increased and she averted her eyes down and slightly to the side, flicking them back up at Phillip from time to time. "At least, introducing a beau to my uncles. The few times anything got that far, the tom would tell me later that he would rather be a friend... I never could figure out why, though I suspect my dear uncles had a hand in it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 20, 2011 22:09:56 GMT -8
"Don't worry," he replied with a smile of his own. "I'm not nearly that hard to be scared away. Beside, I met your uncles, well, at least one of them, before I met you."
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Post by sybbil on Nov 22, 2011 1:34:19 GMT -8
Her smile relaxed mostly and she was almost back to her sunbeam smile. "Ah, yes. The interview. Ox was in a jolly mood for days, inflated his head a bit. We whittled him back down to normal size right quick, I can tell you that much."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2011 9:16:20 GMT -8
"Now, why did you go and do a thing like that?" Philip teased. "I'm sure he enjoyed being over inflated for a bit."
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Post by sybbil on Dec 10, 2011 0:30:23 GMT -8
She made a dubious noise. "Except for when he started talking about being such a famous cook, instead of Fred. I don't think Fred was very pleased with that, since they started out together and all." She turned her eyes to the sky and sighed. "Ah, well, they worked it out in the end. They always do."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 11, 2011 21:39:35 GMT -8
Philip arched a brow at that was the waiter left their drinks for them. "Well, until the time they don't work it out and end up killing each other of course."
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Post by sybbil on Dec 12, 2011 3:43:42 GMT -8
"Oh, heaven forbid, I hope it never comes to that. I mean, they never really mean it. They haven't had a serious fight since...since Paris, I believe..." Her voice failed for a moment, her eyes shaded in remembrance, then she shook herself slightly. "Well, no use in bringing back old wounds. So, when does your brother want to meet for lunch?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 12, 2011 10:42:40 GMT -8
"Not sure," he said, considering that dark look. "I'll give him a call and get it back to you?"
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Post by sybbil on Dec 14, 2011 15:51:48 GMT -8
She smiled and nodded. "Of course. So, what does he do? Is he a reporter like you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 15, 2011 23:24:15 GMT -8
Philip laughed outright at that. "No. No, he really, really isn't. He's an accountant. What he thinks of my profession we'll leave out."
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Post by sybbil on Dec 23, 2011 14:26:38 GMT -8
Maggie tilted her head to the side, a question on her lips. At the last moment she changed the question. "What is your brother's name? I feel slightly silly for not asking before."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2011 20:15:02 GMT -8
"Oh, Charles Anderson," Philip said with a nod, not quite remembering he never even explained why they had such different last names.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 8, 2012 13:28:40 GMT -8
"Charles Anderson. It has a nice ring to it. Though, I must wonder about the Anderson. If I may ask, why isn't he Charles Hunt?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 8, 2012 13:32:49 GMT -8
Philip paused a long moment, tail curling under the table as he adjusted his hat. "Well, we have different fathers. Same mom though, sweet heart that she is."
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