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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 4:24:48 GMT -5
Finally they were inside, and he kicked his shoes off and dropped the bags to the floor with immense relief. The apartment was incredibly hot, so he switched the air conditioner on, even though he didn't like using it, generally.
"So," he said, turning to Shade after he closed the door behind them, "now it's either one of us is constantly here t' open de door from de inside, or I get t' have fun openin' it every time."
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 4:29:43 GMT -5
"Or we switch between these two possibilities." Shade suggested, stepping out of her sneakers. "Or you show me how the lock works." Again she had had to bite back a ´things will be fine´. "or maybe it´ll get better eventually." she added, feeling she had to add at least a little bit of optimism.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 4:35:24 GMT -5
"Mebbe it will," Gambit agreed. "Can ya show me exactly fifty-seven millimeters wit' your fingers?"
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 4:37:59 GMT -5
Shade tried to, holding her thumb and index finger apart in what she thought had to be a good 5 centimetres, but she wasn´t sure and shook her head. "No." she said. "just roughly."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 4:41:18 GMT -5
"Den I simply can't teach ya t' open de door," Gambit said. "So, what do we do about food?"
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 4:45:33 GMT -5
Shade scowled a little, feeling somewhat disappointed as she really wanted to offer some help, but his reasoning was logical. Of course Gambit would not lock his apartment with a lock one could get in every random hardware store.
"We could either call some food service." she suggested. "or I sneak down to the next few shops and get something and we cook stuff on our own. Which would have some risk of me accidentally burning down your kitchen but it would be fun."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 4:47:01 GMT -5
"I'd go for de second option," Gambit said. "I can't make us eat take-away food for de next week."
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 4:50:26 GMT -5
Shade nodded. "I agree" she said, smiling. She was starting to feel hungry now and would much prefer some real self made food to some take away. "Anything special you want me to get?" she asked, starting to put her sneakers back on.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 5:00:40 GMT -5
"No, nothin' special," Gambit said. "Buy anythin' ya want."
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 5:06:22 GMT -5
"Okay." Shade said, picking up her handbag after she had finished on her sneakers. "I´ll just see what I come up with." Gambit looked like he could need some cheering up, she noticed and she would look to that later she decided. She got to the tip of her toes and gave him a kiss on the nose.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 5:09:46 GMT -5
"Jus' don't carry anythin' heavy," Gambit said, smiling at her kiss. "We have plenty of drinks, so don' buy those."
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 5:12:01 GMT -5
Shade smiled back, happy that Gambit was smiling again. "There go my plans of heaving a barrel of beer into the elevator." she joked. "but okay, no heavy stuff."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 5:25:53 GMT -5
Gambit nodded to her as she left the apartment. Then, with a heavy sigh, he got his cellphone and stared at it for a few seconds. Shade would be gone for some time... technically, he had nothing else to do but to try and dial a number.
He sat in his favorite place on the carpet by the window in the living room. He knew he couldn't press a button if he did it directly, but perhaps if he was simply sliding his fingers over them and pressing them when he reached the button he needed was the solution?
It turned out to be only partly true. He forgot to take into consideration that he also had little control over when his fingers decided to press. It took him many minutes to finally dial the right number.
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Post by Shade on Aug 7, 2007 5:41:32 GMT -5
Shade left the building and turned onto the street. She was sure she had seen some grocery store nearby and after a few minutes she had found it. It turned out not to be too far from the apartment.
The shop wasn´t too busy as it was still around noon only and Shade picked a cart and took her time browsing through the shelves, adding this and that whenever she thought it was something decent to eat. She got a number of cutlets, a chicken, baguette, eggs, tomatoes and a number of other vegetables. Cheese was always a good idea she thought and added it to her cart as well as some ham; she hadn´t had a cordon bleu for ages. Potatoes, oven french fries and some noodles... then a few sweet things like potatoe chips and a little chocolate and she was done.
Loaded with a large paper bag she made her way back, pressing the door and the elevator button with her elbow. So much for not carrying heavy stuff she thought with an inward chuckle. Placing the bag down by her feet, she knocked on the apartment door.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 6:03:27 GMT -5
Gambit had just finished his phone call. He had spoken with one of the other bartenders at the club, finding out how things had been in his absence. Everything had been same as always, it seemed, until the other man mentioned one of the more conspicuous newer bar patrons, a woman wearing rather revealing white attires, calling herself Emma Frost and mostly engaging in conversations with other people by the bar.
The news, added to the torture of not being able to co-ordinate him movements, were the second thing he had needed to feel himself in the worst possible way. Since he couldn't work the bar any longer, the only thing he could be was just the club owner, and with Emma in the picture that, too, seemed less likely now. He was certain he could handle her to some extent, but he would have preferred to have his entire arsenal at his full command, including his ability to move the way he wanted to move.
So when he opened the door, the expression on his face was far from happy.
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