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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2011 18:04:28 GMT -8
To say Martin was less than excited would be putting the entire situation quite mildly. Besides his employer suddenly descending on him with a list of requirements to deal with the coming holiday festivities, he was still reeling from the abrupt, not quite secret marriage marring said employer's reputation.
Shaking his head more to himself than anyone else, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he looked out over the foyer.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2011 18:19:30 GMT -8
Griddlebone descended the main staircase wearing a longer-skirted version of the dresses that were currently in fashion. She wasn't sure she cared much for it, but she would deal with them for now until she could take the time to find something more to her taste. She adjusted her coat around her shoulders, she was going out to see if she could find any other dresses that would follow the current fashion and suit her tastes this afternoon.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2011 18:24:09 GMT -8
Scowling, Martin considered her a moment before calling out, "Miss Gr--I mean, Mrs. Hollister." Calling her by such a title was a little beyond distasteful to him. "A word, perhaps?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2011 18:26:35 GMT -8
She paused, considering the merits of ignoring him, but finally made her way over, "Yes, Mr. Smith?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2011 14:13:44 GMT -8
Adjusting his glasses, Martin considered her. "So you are here permanently then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2011 18:14:39 GMT -8
She frowned slightly at him, but nodded, "Yes. I am. Is there a reason you're asking?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 8, 2011 20:27:47 GMT -8
"Well," he said, looking her up and down. "You hardly look the part."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 9, 2011 9:21:20 GMT -8
Her eyes narrowed at that, "I'm in process on that. Is there anything else, Mr. Smith?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 11, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -8
"I simply worry about how you'll fare at the coming ball," Martin said sweetly. "It seems so far out of your normal range."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 12, 2011 8:59:11 GMT -8
Griddlebone offered him a thin smile at that, "I suppose we'll have to see, won't we?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 12, 2011 10:43:11 GMT -8
"Playing hostess to all of society you mean?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 13, 2011 22:25:03 GMT -8
"Yes, that is what I mean." She managed to keep the smile in place, "I shall certainly do my best. Is there anything further, or are you quite finished?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 16, 2011 0:54:20 GMT -8
He sniffed, shaking his head. "I believe I can be finished."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 16, 2011 11:47:02 GMT -8
"Good day to you then, Mr. Smith," Griddlebone inclined her head to him before turning to leave again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 17, 2011 18:48:39 GMT -8
He scowled after her. Part of him knew better than to push Macavity's wife, and yet there was no part of her that didn't bother him. Shaking his head, he adjusted his glasses in annoyance and went back to his papers.
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