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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 1:50:50 GMT -5
Pie Eater quickly leaned forward and slapped his palm on the table. "Well then its a done deal!" He practically yelled in glee, his goofy smile had returned. "I'm gonna make sure ya know all of New York! Well at least as much as I know thats worth knowin'..." He trailed off and shrugged innocently.
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 1:54:44 GMT -5
Giselle jumped slightly but smiled broadly. She didnt even know what to say at first. She was excited, now.. she had gone from knowing next to no one to being told that she was going to meet as many people as Pie Eater knew. "Thank you.." She said again, timidly. She didnt know what else to say to him and let her body language speak for her. She relaxed a bit in her chair, crossing her legs. Her smile didnt leave for quite some time and she began to realize that living without her family really wasnt so bad.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 2:01:20 GMT -5
Pie sank back in his seat, the adrenaline settling after his outburst. Giselle intrigued him, so polite and quite about things where as he was a bumbling fool most the time. "Pleasure's mine Giselle." His smile widened making his eyes squint a little. "An' its the least I can do, aftah all I'm takin' over yer sofa an' gettin' a hot meal in da morning" he practically drooled. Hot breakfast was a rarity, he was lucky to get some bread from the nuns.
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 2:03:25 GMT -5
Giselle couldnt help but laugh a little at that. "Its nothing, really. I did invite you, after all." She said. That reminded her that she needed to get him blankets for the night. "What do you want for breakfast?" She asked, standing up and going to a cabinet to get the blankets.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 2:13:29 GMT -5
He shrugged again and followed her to the cabinet to help, if she needed it. "I dunno...somethin' French?" He had no idea what French people ate for the most part. After he said it he curled his lip a little, "Unless its snails...or frogs..." It was the only thing he had ever really heard about French cuisine, and he really wondered what the appeal of eating garden pests was.
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 2:15:53 GMT -5
Giselle couldnt help but laugh."Dont worry, I wont make you snails or frogs. Not for breakfast, anyway." She said, setting down the blankets on the couch then going to the food storage thing (sorry, its late and Im tired and I cant remember what they used... cuz it wasnt a refridgerator.. whatever.)) She looked inside. "I could make you french toast or a omlette, or both." She said, just listing off a few things. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Which would you prefer?" She asked.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 2:25:59 GMT -5
"French toast sounds delicious!" Pie Eater answered rather eagerly. "An' it sounds more French..obviously" Food was a weakness of his and part of him wanted to curl up on the couch immediately just so he could wake up to smell her cooking. He sat on the edge of the couch and took off his hat and began to loosen his neck scarf/bandanna thingy to make himself that much more at home.
((*laughs* i think it was an ice chest or ice box))
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 2:29:13 GMT -5
((Hehe, thanks.))
Giselle smiled, "French toast it will be, then." She said, closing the ice thing and returning to the table. She sat down and sighed slightly. "Are you going to be late for your work tomorrow, having to get back to Manhattan from here?" She asked. She didnt really understand that a newsie could sell at any time a new edition of the paper came out during the day. ((Ew, icky bug just like, attacked me.. grah. ))
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 2:37:55 GMT -5
Pie was now unlacing his leather boots. He shook his head, "Nah. I probably jus' sell the Journal for the day - I don't think Pulitzer will miss me too much" He kicked off his shoes and sighed in relief as his toes stretched. He looked back over at her, "It's office is here in Queens anyways" It just made more sense that way - and he could sell his way back into Manhattan rather than wasting good money making hours getting there.
"You got a show tomorrow?" He was not only curious about her life as a dancer but eventually wanted to pop in to see her on stage some time.
((*hands over a fly swatter*
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 2:40:27 GMT -5
((Hehe, thanks. It was one of those freakishly large black ones that have like, huge antenna, bite.. the whole shebang.))
Giselle nodded, listening to him intently, trying to figure out who the whole newsie system worked.
"I think so.. if not there will be practice." She said. "You should stop by sometime... even if there isnt a show, you can still watch basically the same thing." She said with a shrug. "As long as its ok with Aria, which I hope it will be." She added.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 2:53:53 GMT -5
He smiled again and nodded. "You can bet I'll be in soon." He had never actually been in Caprice, just heard of it and its star performer. "If Aria is anything like what I hear I think she'll let one bum newsie sit in on yer practice" She seemed to be an advocate for them, like Medda. "But" he continued, "I like the flare of da real shows. They got lights an' clowns an' all them ridiculous costuuuumes" He yawned at the end of his sentence, his early rising finally catching up with him.
((I'm picturing like some creepy scarab looking thing lol))
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 7:42:45 GMT -5
"I think your right about Aria. " She said, smiling softly. "Do you want to get to sleep soon?" She asked, noticing his yawn and his tiredness in general.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 11:52:00 GMT -5
Pie nodded. "Sorry, I ain't much of a night owl 'cause I usually get up before the papes roll off the presses..." He yawned again, this time covering his mouth.
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Post by giselle on Nov 8, 2006 15:26:10 GMT -5
"Its all right, I understand..." She said, getting up and assuming he was done with his coffee. "Your blankets are on the couch.. if you need more, there are some in the cabinet..." she said. "If you need anything you can wake me up." She said. "I'm going to go get changed for bed... I'll be out in a minute.." She said, leaving the main room and going into the other room where she slipped on her evening slip and she put on a silky robe. She came back into the main part of the apartment. "Do you need anything else before I go to sleep?" She asked.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 8, 2006 16:00:28 GMT -5
When she disappeared into her room he pulled off his yellow shirt and unfastened his suspenders. Both were dropped onto his growing heap of clothing next to the sofa. He yawned once more before stretching his body over the couch.
She emerged again but he tried hard not to look at her. It wasn't that she was scantly dressed or anything, it was just that she prepped for bed and it made him a bit uncomfortable and blush. "I think I'm set" He said looking at the ceiling above his makeshift bed.
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