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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 25, 2011 23:31:20 GMT -8
Jerrie blinked at her for a long moment before taking the gift, "Y' didn' hafta do that, Clara."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 25, 2011 23:50:29 GMT -8
"Of that I am aware," she returned, biting the inside of her lip slightly. "But, you gave me a gift. I thought... that I might return the favor."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 25, 2011 23:53:28 GMT -8
"I..." He offered her a bit of a smile, "Thank y'."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 26, 2011 0:28:51 GMT -8
"You're supposed to open the gift before saying thank you for it," she said, with a tilt of her chin and shifting nervously again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 26, 2011 0:33:51 GMT -8
He grinned slightly at that before carefully opening the gift. His brows rose and his eyes lit up at the contents, "Thankee, Clara."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 26, 2011 1:44:54 GMT -8
"Now you're welcome," she replied, shifting again and smoothing down the short skirt with one paw. "Happy Christmas."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 26, 2011 10:21:22 GMT -8
He offered her a gentle smile, "Happy Christmas. Are you sure I can't get y' anythin'?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 27, 2011 20:12:55 GMT -8
"I, that is," she paused and nodded after a moment. "I would accept tea, if you have any."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 28, 2011 7:41:08 GMT -8
Jerrie smiled at that, "I should be able to find some, somewhere." He rose, heading to the kitchen to set the kettle on to boil and see if he could locate a bit of tea.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 28, 2011 21:34:46 GMT -8
Clara remained on the couch, unsure if she was supposed to follow or remain. Picking at the edge of her skirt, she finally rose, following him into the kitchen.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 29, 2011 7:31:59 GMT -8
He offered her a bit of a smile as he finally located the tea, "Been up t' much lately?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2011 11:26:31 GMT -8
"Not of note besides work," she replied, smoothing her skirt again, nervously. "Did you enjoy the gala a few weeks back?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 29, 2011 22:38:33 GMT -8
Jerrie shrugged, "It...well, honestly it ain't really my sortta thin'. I went cause Misto asked me, but it ain't really a good fit f' me, y'know? Did you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2011 23:06:28 GMT -8
"Elements of it. It was nice to see you there if nothing else," she replied, shifting again. Everlasting cat she used to not be this awkward. "What is your sort fit then? Speaks?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 30, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -8
He stiffened very slightly at that, but didn't say anything as he poured the water through the tea strainer and offered the cup to her, "I dunno. That really what you think though?"
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