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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:12:37 GMT -5
::Odin checked his mental list regarding the next day's task: they had time and place, and she would mention company. He knew the area well, and he knew what he had to do. Ah, yes, there was one last matter.:: "What's your drink of choice?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2010 22:14:50 GMT -5
She winced. "At the moment, Mountain Dew. Alcohol and I aren't on good terms."
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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:16:53 GMT -5
::Well...Odin supposed he could teetotal for another day.:: "I'll bring a six-pack."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2010 22:23:52 GMT -5
"This is instilling confidence," she said, meaning it to be a mild joke.
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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:26:23 GMT -5
"I have enough confidence for both of us," ::Odin replied, and his comment was also intended as humorous.:: "2:00p.m. at the Kimmel Center tomorrow. Clear your afternoon. And just to warn you, I've grown my hair out; I'm told I look a little different."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2010 22:28:18 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to wear my glasses," she said wryly. "I'll be there."
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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:29:55 GMT -5
"If you have any other questions, or anything else you need, now's the time to mention them," ::Odin added. Otherwise, he was going to finish unpacking and call it a night.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2010 22:31:47 GMT -5
"No," she said, shaking her head even though he couldn't see it. "Believe it or not, Odin, I've learned to get by quite well."
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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:33:05 GMT -5
::That didn't surprise Odin in the slightest; what he admired about their side of the evolutionary scale was the ability to adapt.:: "Believe it or not, Typhoid, that just might come in handy in the future."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2010 22:40:10 GMT -5
"Doesn't mean it's fun, but probably," she acknowledged, then cut off the inevitable philosophical banter. She wasn't up for it. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:42:05 GMT -5
"Good night," ::Odin also would prefer to end the conversation on business matters. It was simpler that way.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2010 22:44:44 GMT -5
"Good night," she replied, and hung up the phone before sitting shakily down on the edge of her bed.
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Post by Odin on Jan 5, 2010 22:57:10 GMT -5
::With the connection severed, Odin set down his cellular on the nightstand; he could consider himself closed for the night. Rising from the bed, he stretched, then looked around, studying his bedroom; it had been far too long, and he needed to make sure everything was in place before he could turn in for the night. The sleep would be well-earned, but an adjustment as well; he was alone again, and the bed was far smaller. Such was life in Manhattan. He began to unpack, first his clothing, and then the rest of his possessions; it was time to settle.::
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