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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:54 pm
Well then...you're looking mighty fine today, Miss Clarice.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:59 pm
Thanks. You're too kind..
Why can I never have anything NORMAL in my life?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:01 pm
*looks confused*
Is there a problem, ma'am?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:16 pm
I don't suppose I can get some vittles round these here parts, ma'am?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:23 pm
Vittles? Oh.. food. Right. What kind of food did you want?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:31 pm
Some meat and potatoes if ain't too much trouble. I could eat bout anything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:35 pm
Alright..
::Clarice heads into the kitchen and seeing nothing edible, *blinks out*. About 15 minutes later, she returns with take out boxes of food::
Nothing worth eating back there, so I went out to get dinner.
::She starts unpacking the takeout boxes::
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:51 pm
*Marches in through the front door in a silly fashion and then holds open the door for Mozart/Piper.*
*Gestures towards the Piano.* There be thy Piano.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:54 pm
::gets distracted by the pool table, but then heads over to the baby grand and cracks his knuckles::
Let's see Haydn top ZIS.
::runs his hands down the piano keys in a rapid fashion, pulling forth a string of musical interludes, both bright and dark, confusing and clear, in rapid succession::
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:02 pm
*pulls out his hunting knife and pokes on of the boxes*
Miss Clarice? That don't exactly look edible.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:03 pm
Oh, it's very edible
::pushes a box with a burger and fries in it at Chris::
Oh and hey, looks like we'll have some music to dine by as well.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:15 pm
::stops abruptly::
Zat's all I have so far.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:16 pm
*Walks over to Piper and Leans against the back of the side of the piano with her hip.*
*Lightly taps her fingers against her thigh.*
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:19 pm
*Walks in listening to his iPod Touch*
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