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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 21, 2009 18:03:53 GMT -5
::Tiboldt returned the handshake and smiled at the enthusiasm.:: "You can call me 'Max.'"
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 21, 2009 18:05:56 GMT -5
She was positively giddy. When the handshake ended, she nodded. "I'm sure it will be a pleasure working with you, Max."
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 21, 2009 18:09:10 GMT -5
::"Max" wasn't Tiboldt's first name, nor was it a nickname for it, technically. However, his given name was terrible, as was any nickname which might come from it; he had not changed it because it was a family name and he hadn't the heart. But he preferred "Max" as it was close enough.
When she dropped her hand, he dropped his and crossed his arms over his chest.:: "I'll see you on Saturday morning so I can show you the ropes."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 21, 2009 18:11:10 GMT -5
Wanda nodded again, almost quite literally bouncing where she stood. "Excellent! I'll see you on Saturday morning, Mr. Ti-Max," She said, correcting herself mid-sentence. "We'll be meeting here, I presume?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 21, 2009 18:12:27 GMT -5
::As this nightclub was Tiboldt's usual haunt, and his friend was the proprieter, it was easiest to meet here. He nodded in confirmation.:: "Here, at ten. Bring a change of clothes; you'll get wet."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 21, 2009 18:16:50 GMT -5
She nodded, committing that to memory. "I will. Ten o'clock it is, then. See you Saturday," Wanda promised, before headed off the stage via the stairs on the side.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 21, 2009 18:17:49 GMT -5
"See you then," ::Tiboldt wished her. Once she had left, he picked up the dress again; he would need to have it altered by Saturday, but he had an acquaintance who could do quality alterations quickly.::
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