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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 2:58 pm
*Gives him a hello kiss and grins at him.*
*Peeks at what's behind his back.* How have you been, Darling?
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:02 pm
Oh! you know. Wasting time here. Wasting time there. Working... Playing hero...
All those useless and boring things I do when not with you.
*Leans his forehead trying to block her view* Looking for something ?
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:06 pm
*laughs lightly as she's caught, trying to catch a peek at what he's hiding.* You're obviously hiding something, darling.
Your job and you being a hero is not useless, my love. It may be boring but nothing you do could ever be useless. *Lightly kisses his cheek, her forehead still pressed against his.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:17 pm
Well you know. I'm always hiding the fact that the mild mannered Dr. Blake is truly the mighty Thor and all that. Full time job but I think you already saw through that one darling... *Chuckles at his own ridiculous shameless teasing*
Alright. You got me.
*Steps back and shows her the flowers* Hope you like daffodils.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:22 pm
*Laughs lightly.* I saw through that a long time ago, Darling. *winks*
redface Oh. *looks to the flowers and then gives him a deep kiss in thanks.* I love them, Darling.
They need a vase, i'll go look for one. heart
*Winks at him playfully before heading into the kitchen to do just that.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:26 pm
*Kisses her back and is left with a faint smile*
Really ? You like them ?.
Because you have no idea how long I spent searching for what could be the perfect flowers for you... *Rubs his head*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:33 pm
*Walks back with a vase full of water, leaving money for the use of it.*
*walks over to Don and grins, having heard what he said.* I like daffodils a lot, love. Among other flowers. *winks* though I'll keep you guessing for now. *her eyes twinkle as she teases him.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:36 pm
Ooh.
In that case, I'm afraid there's nothing else for me to do but keep trying. So prepare yourself for a rain of flowers my dear... *His cellphone rings* Ugh!
Give me a second. I'll be right back.
I love you. *Runs to the exit*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:45 pm
::gates in, looking more exhausted than usual::
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:03 pm
::pours himself a glass of orange juice::
Selflog: Am continuing various studies on the Nexus and it's interspacial behaviour. Have determined that an anomaly has cropped up in the "Bistro" area that is interfering with chronal and other scans. Most likely source: one of the many beings who subsist on what is chronically mislabeled as "magic."
Sidenote: Due to an inability to find a proper test subject for poison-slash-drugging issue of Clarice Ferguson, may be driven to engage in cloning. Fully expect a great deal of outraged, closed-minded diatribes as a result. Other option is self-testing, which I am loathe to do.
Addendum: My fourth-dimensional art pocketslip has been unchecked for the better part of a week. Remember to check that and make sure it's not expanding.
: biggrin rinks his orange juice::
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:14 pm
::Climbs up on to the bar and pops open the chronal buffer fastened there::
Selflog, continued: Chronal buffer response to being 'zizzed' by my belt signaler is back up to optimum capacity. It would appear that whatever was interfering with my earlier scans has dissipated. Am reprogramming the buffer to record instances of interference, should it return.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:43 pm
*Walks back into the Bistro after using the bathroom. Walks over to the bar and picks up her glass of water. takes a sip and smiles to Querl, though doesn't interrupt him.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:45 pm
::steps down off of the bar::
::blinks blearily a few times at Jane and goes to pour another glass of orange juice::
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:56 pm
*Fiddles with the daffodils in the vase and slips back onto her stole.*
*Leaving Querl to his work she starts flipping through her Magazine of Halloween fashions. A small happy grin on her lips.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 4:57 pm
::Falls asleep on the bar::
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