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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 18:59:45 GMT -8
Victoria felt very conspicuous in such a bright green blouse. She thought it made her white fur appear even brighter, but ever since the death of Misto's uncle her mother had been pushing her to try and attract some Tom's attention. Much as Victoria would rather not attract anyone's attention, even more so she'd rather not argue with her mother, so the bright blouse it was.
Out running errands for Mr Seidensticker in the middle of the day, she was carrying an armful of paperwork and documents and triplicates to their new client's office. Her cloche was worn a little high on her head to accommodate the bun at her nape, but that also meant she had a small brim to block the bright autumn sunlight.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:06:57 GMT -8
Looking more at the music shop window as he was passing it than the places where he was putting his feet, Alonzo managed to walk right into the pretty petite queen coming the other way. He spent a desperate moment trying to regain his own balance as paperwork went fluttering everywhere. "Oh god, I'm sorry!"
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 19:15:18 GMT -8
Victoria took a step backwards, still clutching some of the papers though many had spilled quite impressively over half the sidewalk. There was a very precarious moment where her balance was in jeopardy and so was her ankle as she wobbled from one side to the other. In that moment her blue eyes grew quite large in terror and lit upon the Tom's face.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:34:54 GMT -8
"Sorry, sorry," Alonzo repeated, chasing after the fleeing papers down the street, his accent thickening in his distress. He darted for a page that the wind lifted up, managing to catch his paw on a brick and falling hard, though he caught the page on the way down. "Ow."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 19:40:22 GMT -8
Once she'd regained her balance Victoria joined the chase for pages, snatching them away from the gutter and scrambling in an awkward hopping crouch to gather them into her lap. "Please, it's okay. Please don't apologize." Her words had no breath to support them and came out as little more than a whisper.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:47:34 GMT -8
He turned back to her after picking himself up. Smiling shyly, he offered her his gathered stack of papers. "It was my fault. I should have been paying better attention."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 19:56:07 GMT -8
She shook her head and avoided eye contact as she accepted the offered papers. She picked up the last of the papers and tried to straighten up. As she did so the pile wobbled like a city building in an earthquake. "I seem to ma- make a mess of things w- w- whenever I walk somewhere. I- I- I'm certainly to blame."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:57:41 GMT -8
"No, no, no," he shook his head. "I have been known to run into cats before. It's becoming a habit almost. Surely it was my fault."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 19:59:37 GMT -8
She finally risked another look at his face, and those bright golden eyes. "I- I should get these st- straightened out." She broke her sight away from him to look for a bench or stoop.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 20:00:38 GMT -8
"Can I help?" he asked quickly. "Since this entire mess was my fault. Or, our fault. At any rate, I would like to help."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 20:08:50 GMT -8
"I- I suppose I could use it." She said, making her way to a bench. Even sitting down the papers were sliding every which way off her lap.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 20:22:53 GMT -8
He followed, tail swaying behind him and sat down beside her. "Here, let me take some."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 20:34:29 GMT -8
She straightened the stack in her lap and began to reorder it. She muttered names to herself as worked. When she finally ran out of fingers on her left hand to seperate the different documents she turned to him. "Would you please hold these for me, and keep these seperate?" Her heartbeat had sped up just from sitting next to him. Something felt familiar about him, but that only made the anxiety worse that she didn't know why.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 20:38:30 GMT -8
Alonzo accepted the papers, finally taking the time to actually look the queen over. "Hey, do I know you?"
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 20:40:27 GMT -8
"I- I don't think we've met before." Her hands slowed in her lap, slipping glances from the work to him.
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