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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 22, 2011 23:08:07 GMT -8
Clara glanced at the package in her paws and back to the door. A lot of effort had gone into this moment, first figuring out where one Jerrie Wheeler lived, followed by tearing through just about every store in town before finding something she deemed suitable. She had even had the store gal wrap it for her so it didn't look quite like the mess it would have otherwise.
But now that she was actually standing on the doorstep, she just wanted to run. Possibly drop the gift before run, or maybe she would take it with her on the way away.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 22, 2011 23:19:46 GMT -8
Jerrie slammed the hood of his truck back down, blowing on his paws to warm them slightly before circling the house and approaching the front door. He paused when he saw the queen standing on his porch and blinked for a long moment, "Clara?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2011 0:10:29 GMT -8
She nearly jumped out of her fur, turning slowly to face him. "Hello, Jerrie," she murmured.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2011 0:53:55 GMT -8
He offered her a bit of a smile, "It's good to see you. Y' wanna come in an' warm up a bit?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2011 1:11:47 GMT -8
"I," she wavered a moment and nodded finally. "I could perhaps."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2011 10:59:56 GMT -8
Jerrie stepped past her to open the door, motioning her ahead of him, "C'n I get y' anythin'?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2011 12:22:58 GMT -8
She shook her head, opting not to say anything like new memories or a different heart. "No, but thank you," she said, stepping inside and unable to help herself from glancing around.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2011 20:18:21 GMT -8
He nodded slightly, waving a hand toward the living room, "Main room's over there if y'd like t' sit down?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2011 20:32:59 GMT -8
She nodded, swaying daintily into the room, and sitting down on the coach. Awkwardly, she shifted the package she was holding around in her lap.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2011 23:21:40 GMT -8
Jerrie settled in one of the chairs, after first adding a log to the fire, "How've y' been?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2011 23:33:43 GMT -8
"Alright," she replied, voice a bit prim and spine tense. "Busy. You?" Her eyes stayed to the fire, considering it's cheeriness a moment.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 24, 2011 14:08:13 GMT -8
Jerrie shrugged, "This time a year's kinda slow for me, honestly. Best time for work's late spring t' early fall. So I've been gettin' a lot done around th' house, but not too bad really."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 24, 2011 14:17:11 GMT -8
"I'm sure the house always appreciates the work," she murmured, shifting again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 24, 2011 22:39:08 GMT -8
Jerrie offered her a bit of a smile, "I suppose so." He paused for a moment, "What brings y' by?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 24, 2011 23:56:41 GMT -8
That was actually the question she really hadn't wanted to answer. "Well," she started, paused, and tried again. "You gave me such a lovely gift, I thought perhaps Christmas would be a good time to return the favor," and tentatively held out the package she'd been fiddling with.
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