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 Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:21 am
"Yer an idiot. Ye know that, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:21 am
He stops the mailbox and looks over at her. "What?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:22 am
She grins. "Nothing. Which place be yers?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:23 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:25 am
She pulls out a card. "There be 250 credits on this. Five weeks, aye? Ye can have it when I be inside."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:26 am
Eric shakes his head. "I want it in my hand. That way I know this is a fair deal."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:28 am
"And have ye run off with it? Nay. Then I'd have to track ye down, break in and kill ye, and that could ruin me whole quiet blending in thing."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:30 am
"Well, I'm not just going to let you in my apartment and then you try to steal my stuff or whatever."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:32 am
"Idiot. If I be out to steal something I'd just go in and out. I wouldn't bother with introductions."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:36 am
He hates to admit it, but she has a point. Eric heads up the stairs to his apartment. It's unfortunately aaaall the way at the top, so that means climbing four flights. He stops by his door to unlock it. "And give me my magazine back," he tells her again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:37 am
"Sure. Goggle all ye want." She holds it out to him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:43 am
He takes it from her and opens the door for her to go inside. Eric's apartment is small--well, there isn't much to expect for a college student. One bathroom, a small kitchen one person can barely fit in, and one living room/dining room/bedroom. It's a studio, and it only has one little window that looks out into.. the alley. It's the pits.
There's a couch that faces the television and radio set, while his computer sits on a desk in the corner. The walls are covered with blueprints of some sort, or astronomy charts. Bookshelves line whatever part of the walls the blueprints aren't covering, and there's a drafting table stuck between two of them.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:44 am
"This will work." She chews on her cheek as she looks it over then holds the card out to him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:47 am
Yay money! He tucks the card into his pocket. "Uh. I need to.. you can take the couch." Guess he'll be sleeping on the floor.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:49 am
"Of course I can." She walks over to the couch and plops down. As she pulls off her boots she tilts her head back to look at him. "Do ye have a spare key? Otherwise I'll have to either find ye or break in each time I come back."
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