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 Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 3:44 pm
"Don't worry, my reaction was far worse, I must admit," she offered him a lopsided grin from her short muzzle.
Tails twitching, Antony raised an eyebrow at his comment, but followed him anyways out of pure curiousity. "Well hurry up then." The cloud cover was starting to disappear, and she was getting rather heated.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 3:54 pm
F jogged back to where he'd left the creature, then crept around the corner somewhat hesitantly as if he half expected it to be sat there smoking his fags.
Upon seeing that it was long gone, and that his tin and all of it's insides were still safely.. on the floor, he bent to try and scoop everything up. Thankfully most of the tobacco was still in it's packet, and he didn't particularly mind having filters that'd been on the ground in his mouth.
Once he'd got most of it all back in the tin, he stood and turned back to the squirrel lady.
"Vat'll do." he said with a content smile. "So where's vis cafe? An do vey serve omlettes? I quite fancy an omelette." he stated merrily, as if he hadn't been scared witless moments ago.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 4:03 pm
"That way," she commented, shifting toward the direction in which she had motioned. The was a moment where she waited to make sure he was situated before heading off in a brisk pace. It was too damn hot out.
"I'm Antony, by the way," the woman introduced, "And yes, they have omlettes." A small laugh left her muzzle at his change in demeanor.
The walk wasn't long, and soon they were at the cafe's doors.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 4:17 pm
F made a small but rather flamboyant bow when she stated her name. "Nice t' meet you, Antony. You can call me F." he said with a grin, his chin up.
As they walked, F rolled a cigarette quite skilfully on the palm of his left hand before popping it between his lips. He took a cheap lighter from his pocket and lit the end.
When they reached the doors, F would push them open, holding it for the lady. "Jus' like back 'ome." he announced, drawing in a deep breath as food smells wafted out of the door, the cafeteria resembling a much nicer version of his local soup kitchen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 4:29 pm
"Pleasure," she murmured, mood already brightening at his not freaking out as bad as she, and others, had when they heard and accepted the truth of the island.
His opening the door for her, though unnecessary, did not go unnoticed, and she offered him a nod of thanks with a genuine smile. "Where is home if you don't mind me asking? I can't seem to place your accent." Antony glanced over at him before placing the smoke to dangle between her lips.
She greeted the lunch lady before loading a tray up with various food stuffs.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 4:52 pm
"Home? Well, I ended up spending most of my life in England. Around London, mainly. Originally from Romania vough." he straightened up and put on a fully Romanian accent as he spoke the latter sentence, which sounded like an odd cross between French and Russian accents.
He grinned. "You're from America, I'm guessin'? I'd 'ave no idea whereabouts."
F followed suit, taking a tray and moving towards the counter. He found himself an omelette, as well as a jacket potato with plenty of things to go in it, a hotdog sausage, and some broccoli.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 5:03 pm
Her plate ended up with her usual bowl of various nuts and seeds, some chicken, corn and some fresh tomatoes. She added a cinnamon raisin bagel as an afterthought as well. "Well I like it," Antony stated, referring to his accent. "I'm from Maryland, right by the capital."
"It's rather hard to tell regional dialects apart in the States unless you live there. Just like I wouldn't notice the ones that are in the UK." Shrugging, she maneuvered her way to a table, setting her tray down before moving into the corresponding seat. "Doesn't matter to me, since I happen to be fond of foreign accents regardless," the woman made a lazy hand gesture to go along with her cheery grin.
This guy was nice, not doom and gloom. It was definitely something that she had been needing as of late.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 5:19 pm
"Capital? What's vuh capital of.. Wait, does America even 'ave a capital? Oh, I know." he mumbled, thinking out loud as he carried his tray to sit down opposite her. "So near New York..?" he ventured.
"Oh, so it's not mine in particular or anyfing ven?" F acted offended at her final statement. "You'd like any old tosser's accent as long's it's not American? I see 'ow it is." his eyes narrowed as a cheeky grin plastered his face.
"Broccoli vat's actually green." he pointed in amazement at his plate. "'aven't seen vat in a while." At least for now, he seemed keen to keep off the obvious topic.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 5:29 pm
Her sunglasses were pushed up like a pseudo headband before speaking. "Well I'm from the United States. The one that has that dumbass Bush running the country. Nah, lower than New York, kind of in the middle of the East coast," she explained patiently, raising her eyebrows in both amusement and as if challenging him.
However, she waited until after she had taken a bite of the chicken leg on her plate (and then swallowed) to return the banter, "Well, I'd be lying if I didn't say that yours was rather unique." A playful wink was sent in response to his cheeky grin.
His broccoli statements were absorbed, but instead of responding verbally, she simply reached over with her fork and stabbed a piece of said vegetable, popping it in her mouth seconds later with a bemused expression on her features.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 5:46 pm
"OH, vat Uni'ed States. Sorry, yeah what was I finking, vuh capital's.." he glanced to one side, lips pursed. "Texas, obviously."
"Well fank you very much." he said as if it were well deserved. "I'd be lying if I said I was particularly fond o' yours, but I can live wiv it." he said with a nod as if he was being awfully forgiving, then leaned back and laughed light-heartedly.
He watched her stab a piece of the veg and took a bit for himself but soon wrinkled his nose as he chewed on it. "You know, I don' actually like broccoli." he confessed.
"It's one of vose fings. You fink 'Oo, broccoli.'" he said the word broccoli with a fervent head shake. "'I'm gonna have some broccoli.' And ven you do, and it's never as great as you fink it'll be." he mused, only semi-serious.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 5:59 pm
"Texas." Antony repeated, raising an eyebrow, "It's Washington D. C., actually."
She gave a mock look of horror, dramatically placing a hand over her heart as if his comment truly had insulted her. "Oh, but I have better things to offer than just my American accent." An eyebrow waggle accompanied her statement before she popped a cherry tomato into her mouth.
Her eyes only widened offense when he went off about broccoli. That was the last straw. "Well the piece I stole was quite delicious," she stated matter of factly, red eyes watching him in a pompous manner.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 6:18 pm
F grinned. "Well now I'm intrigued. 'ave any party tricks? Do y' do any fancy squirrel stuff?" he asked, a little excitement in his voice.
And then the fact hit him that he was conversing with a giant squirrel on an island he was never leaving.
He leaned in closer to her, speaking in a hushed tone. "I didn' really want to 'ave to get on to any of vuh serious stuff. I'm not vat kind've guy, see. Can' handle me serious stuff." The corners of his mouth lifted. "But, I'm only going to 'ave to ask someone else otherwise. So well-" he paused, looking at the floor to the side of the table.
"-Where can I get some new shoes?" he asked simply. "Vese ones, if you noticed, are made out of cardboard." his eyebrows rose, mouth pursed.
F was a friendly enough fellow, but there was definately something odd about how mixed up his priorities were.
((He's wearing cardboard sandal type things, unlike in his official art. >3))
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 6:28 pm
"You'll just have to push the right buttons to experience my tricks," she threw a wink towards him. It was hard to tell if she was joking or not, or if she was even being sexual. For once, she was trying to be vague.
Her smile faltered some at his next statement, but she gave him an understanding nod. "To each his own," she provided, flicking a kernel of corn at his face as she continued on to answer his question. "Press 0 on the intercom and just give them a list of what you need. Smokes, clothes, you name it."
The curiosity got the best of her, and she leaned far to the side and out of her chair, tails compensating to keep her balanced. No s**t. Cardboard shoes. Antony couldn't help but giggle before sitting up.
Again, the squirrel woman pinged a few more pieces of corn at him, but this time, she went on to act as if nothing happened, popping a few sunflower seeds into her mouth instead.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 6:47 pm
"Oo-err, missus." he purred lightly, grinning as his tongue played along his bottom lip.
F twitched his head to one side, and the kernel got stuck in his hair. He mock-scowled at her as he shook it out.
"So what, can we get anyfing?" he asked with a seemingly sly expression.
"Do you reckon they 'ave any.. cowboy boots?" his face lit up at the prospect.
"Yeah yeah, funny, eh? I fought vey were pretty ingenious myself." he gave a head waddle with his eyes shut for a second, and the corn hit his nose mostly.
"Oi, you don' want to start a vis wiv me.. I've got potato." he announced grandly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:03 pm
"Well I got myself some high end... What do you call them? 'Knickers'?" She waved the image off as if it were nothing, "As long as you're on the staff's good side..." Trailing off, the rodent leaned her chin in her hand and propped her elbow up on the table as if bored by his threat.
"They're very... Artistic."
Lazily, her tails ruffled behind her as a grin slowly appeared across her muzzle. "Are you threatening me? Because..." Another kernel of corn went soaring across the table, "I play dirty..."
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