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Post by moira on Dec 5, 2006 10:25:55 GMT -5
Moira stifled a laugh, her face turnning a little red. "How in heck did you do that, Gilbert?" She went over to her bunk and pulled out a pair of sissors, a couple needles and some thread. "Here...I can fix that fast..." She walked over to him and put her hand out.
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Post by gilbertgrimes on Dec 5, 2006 13:50:25 GMT -5
Gil wrinkled up his forehead and handed the pants over. "Well if ya must know, " He started with a huff, "I got in a bit of an accident on a bicycle.." To save his pride he left out the fact that he had been hit by the bike and not actually riding it. "One of the hazards bein' a courier when ya know the delivery will earn a mighty nice tip..." He scratched at his facial hair some more - the stuff itched but was worth covering up his boyish face.
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Post by moira on Dec 5, 2006 22:02:03 GMT -5
Moira sat down in front of him with the pants and began to sew the hole up, her long fingers working deftly with the thread and needle. She pricked her finger a couple times, and it wasn't going to be the prettiest patch, but it would be pretty good.
"...Guess it happens sometimes.." She smiled a bit. "Is never been on one..but I betcha can get a bit injured if ya fell goin at a high speed." She smirked. "Which ya would be doin' ta get said tip." She liked this Gilbert alright. He was interesting to say the least.
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Post by gilbertgrimes on Dec 7, 2006 1:51:31 GMT -5
"Trust me, they ain't real easy to maneuver in this busy city..." He watched her sew up his pants and thought to himself how it seemed such a fitting skill for a young girl. She had been quite pleasant, and helpful since she had tumbled out the door. Gil sneered a bit when she poked her finger with the needle.
"Don't be gettin blood on 'em now" He said, his annoyance showing through. "Havin' a big patch on your rump is bad enough..." He wasn't the most patient or appreciative man in the world.
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Post by moira on Dec 7, 2006 10:13:09 GMT -5
Moira smirked. "now...I ain't bleedin' on your pants none.." There was amusement in her eyes but she didn't look up at him as she continued to finish the patch. "...but having a patch on your rump with a bit of blood is better than having pants with no patch at all..."
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Post by gilbertgrimes on Dec 11, 2006 22:49:59 GMT -5
"ha ha ha" Gilbert said unamused. "you make my rear sound as good as an old worn leather suitcase" He rolled his eyes and threw himself back onto the hammock.
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Post by moira on Dec 14, 2006 11:19:01 GMT -5
Moira smirked. "...now I know nothing of your rum--I haven't looked at it. So how should I know if it is better or worse than said suitcase?" She laughed. "Sorry...I'm not teasin' ya. Just my way of makin friends I guess." She finished the pants, handing them over to him. "Good as new...almost."
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Post by gilbertgrimes on Dec 16, 2006 2:29:30 GMT -5
Gil grabbed the pants and inspected the patch work. "Nicely done..." He nodded with approval replacing them to his bag. "I'll be sure to tell you when I wear 'em....then maybe you can fill me in on your thoughts on rear" He laughed at himself for a while before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
Gil held one of his feet out toward Moira, "Would ya mind?" He asked gesturing to the tightly laced boot. He was going to squeeze as much out as he could.
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Post by moira on Dec 16, 2006 11:08:16 GMT -5
Moira looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "...nownow...I'm gonna have ta start chargin' ya for this stuff, Mr. Gilbert." She laughed and began to unlace his boots.
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Post by gilbertgrimes on Dec 17, 2006 3:17:50 GMT -5
Gil just smirked. "Jus' start me a tab, deary" When she finished with the laces he kicked them off and fell backward onto his hammock with a sigh. It wasn't really that comfortable, but then again how comfortable would anything be in a lodging house?
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Post by moira on Dec 18, 2006 13:10:07 GMT -5
Moira stood and brushed off her skirt. "Oi I will..butcha know...I charge interest." She winked and laughed. "Well..need anything else, or do you want me to just..disappear and leave ya to your musings?"
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Post by gilbertgrimes on Dec 20, 2006 3:23:39 GMT -5
Gil laughed a little mumbling something about interest and how that was just a silly idea. He rolled around a bit, realizing he was a bit chilled and reached over stealing a blanket from the hammock next to him. "No I think you've done yer share Moira" He pulled the blanket around himself and closed his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll go out and get you a nice little white apron and a matchin' hat tommorow..." He giggled immaturely, "and if your luck, a feather duster..."
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Post by moira on Dec 22, 2006 0:18:06 GMT -5
Moira laughed. "Joy! I'll be lookin' french and stealin' the hearts of all dem rich men!" She smirked and pushed his hammock a bit making it swing, before heading downstairs.
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