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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 30, 2011 12:32:08 GMT -8
Philip blinked once, ear flickering under his hat. "I don't think anyone here would call war romantic either," he replied. "Since the only wars fought here are under cover of darkness with bodies dumped in the river. Romance has long since left our vocabulary, except," and here he paused before offering her a smile. "When it comes to actual romance. That, at least, I hope is not dead."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 12:34:42 GMT -8
She gave a small nod. "Here is to hoping that true romance is not dead, then," she murmured. "I do beg forgiveness for being slightly dark in my speech, it was not my intent. But, former opera singers are allowed to indulge in being dramatic, non?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 30, 2011 12:53:30 GMT -8
"I suppose I can make an exception for an opera singer," he replied flippantly.
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 12:55:44 GMT -8
"Merci, Mssr," she said, smiling warmly at him. "Merci."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 30, 2011 13:41:43 GMT -8
Philip offered her a smile. "In less dramatic matters then, what brought you to this park today? Simply to sing?"
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 14:03:47 GMT -8
"I had the morning off," she said. "And told that I was not needed until the afternoon. I figured I could get some light reading done before I had to go in, but I fear my definition of light would not match another cat's." She gave a light laugh.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 30, 2011 20:15:05 GMT -8
"Only un-intellectual cats would claim such a thing," Philip replied seriously.
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 1, 2011 4:01:24 GMT -8
She gave a small nod, before offering him a chance to look at the book. "This is.. my definition of light. I purchased it.. when I turned nineteen." She felt a wee bit shy offering up a part of her history like that.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 1, 2011 10:20:17 GMT -8
He glanced over the book and whistled slightly. "Wow, well, I can't say I could read that for light reading, since I think I recognize one work on the page but hey, if it works for you all the power to you."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 1, 2011 10:33:14 GMT -8
"I may no longer sing professionally," she began, "but it does not hurt to practice," she said with a soft smile. Maybe in the distant future she'd sing professionally again, she thought to herself, but til then, she'd be happy working for Mssr Hollister.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 1, 2011 10:38:13 GMT -8
"Certainly," he agreed happily. "You wouldn't want to fall out of such a wonderful talent after all. Maybe someday you'll want it again."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 1, 2011 10:49:53 GMT -8
She gave a small nod. "And you are most kind," she said softly, smiling a little. It felt good to hear someone praise her skill, even if it did truly embarrass her most of the time. She still felt that she had a long way to go before she would every truly consider herself as a good singer.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 1, 2011 13:09:46 GMT -8
He shrugged, flicking a paw out. "Kind? Maybe. I've been told I'm too much of a flatterer..."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 1, 2011 13:12:13 GMT -8
She gave a small nod to indicate she heard him, before glancing at him. "Perhaps, but perhaps there is truth to be heard in your praise, or flattery. It all depends on who is listening and how they view it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 1, 2011 15:37:14 GMT -8
He laughed happily at that. "The kindest way I've ever had that described."
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