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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 5:52 pm
Devon offered her a sheepish, lopsided smile, attention momentarily drawn away from the circlet. "I'd appreciate that, yeah. Thanks." Then he started a bit and set the circlet down as he began searching the pockets of his jeans. "Got a pen and paper here somewhere."
It took a few minutes but he was rewarded with a slightly bent pen and a little pad of paper, half-covered in doodles. He managed to find a blank page. "Can I get in touch with you?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 6:20 am
"Erm.. sure." She gave him her address and a phone number so he could cal if he wanted. She also explained how to get to her house if he wished to come around at any point. It all made sense in her mind.
"I hope thats all ok for you and not too confusing." She smiled, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. Oh what would her brother think? He needent know unless this guy turned up on the doorstep.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:50 pm
"Nope, I'm spatial," he replied bafflingly. Then he slipped the circlet over his wrist and leaned the notepad against the edge of the table as he scribbled down his own information in neat block capitals. Tearing it off, he handed it to Violet. "And here's my info. I promise I just won't, y'know, turn up. I'll call first."
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 6:48 am
She laughed a little, "Oh please just turn up anytime you want! You might be more successful at that then trying to call. Beryth might be small but she seems to know how to prank call already so our phone is off the hook most of the time." She smiled shifted Beryth about in her arms, a small mewing sound coming from the purple cat girl.
She took the information from him and slipped in her pocket making a note in her mind about taking it back out her pocket before washing her clothes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 8:20 pm
Devon smiled a bit vaguely in the direction of the blanket-wrapped child. Then the smile was offered to Violet. "Well, I'll still try," he answered quietly. "I mean, if this thing turns into a kid or something..." He shrugged and looked down at the golden circlet in his hand. "I'm not even a brother so I don't know how being a dad'll work out. I'll need pointers and you look like you're working it out just fine."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:02 am
"I have help, my brother watches her when he isn't working and because he is working it means I can stay at home with Beryth." She smiled at him and then looked around the shop.
"I should probably head back to him, it seems the shop keeper isn't here and I wished to talk to her, maybe another time. I do hope to see you around again sometime, especially when your little one appears." She smiled and curtsied before wrapping Beryth up tightly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 9:09 pm
"Oh. Yeah." Devon cast another look down at the golden circlet and then offered Violet a crooked smile. "Thanks again. I'll... Well, I'll catch you later. Thanks a lot for..." He shrugged as he slipped the circlet into the pocket of his baggy jeans. "Well, everything, I guess. You're been great." He hesitated for a moment and then, half-laughed, adding, "And tell Beryth that I say hi when she wakes up. If this thing turns into a kid, they can have a playdate."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:24 am
Violet chuckled. "I am sure you will get to say hi to her one day. I am just glad she has managed to stay asleep, she isn't the easiest of kids to deal with but then there always is a bad one!" She chuckled and smiled.
"Good bye and good luck, you know where I am and if you get a kiddy I will be happy to baby sit him!" She smiled and bowed her head briefly before slipping out the door. It was nice to talk to someone other then her brother.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:25 pm
Devon watched her go with a faint smile. Well, that had been nice, he thought. Then he patted his pocket, starting a bit at the sensation of warmth through the denim. He sighed. This was too weird. Running a hand through his hair, he stood it further on end as he looked around the shop one last time. When no one appeared, he finally gave up and turned to leave.
"And if you turn into a kid," he muttered, "I just hope you're freakin' potty-trained already or something."
(THE END)
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