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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 14:28:31 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "..I...I don't really know. I'm okay now...but I keep having 'breakdown's. Where I ...want to go back."
She sighed and pulled out some lemonade, pouring herself and him a glass. "...mental breaks or something. I feel like I'm losin' it at times." She laughed sadly. "But I'm okay at this moment. ...long answer to a short question. I apologize."
She sat back down on the couch, curling up a bit. "...I hope Murder's okay." She looked at Wolf. She didn't blame in the least for what he did. Murder had wanted him to do it. It had been the only way--she just hoped it saved her from Nick.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 14:37:59 GMT -5
Wolf nodded in response to Murder and her explenation, she looked like she needed to busy herself with something so he stood back and looked at her. "If you'd like you can help me find something to eat, apparently Razor doesn't believe in food that you need to heat up and then eat.."
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 14:42:24 GMT -5
Flanna laughed softly. "No...I don't think he ate much when I was gone....and I did all the cooking when I was here." She moved over to the kitchen slowly, pulling out various things.
She seemed more comfortable, not even caring if Wolf saw her lack of a finger.
She started cooking some traditional german sausages and eggs. "...know tis not breakfast...but Razor needs to get more food."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 14:52:32 GMT -5
Wolf folded his arms and rested his hip against the counter, watching her make the food. It smelled good, which made his stomach growl in response. This girl was unbelievably tiny, he calculated he had almost a foot in height on her.
"If I would have known, I would have come back to New York much sooner to help Razor.."
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 14:59:04 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "...I should have gotten away. It was my past catching up." She shuddered slightly, running a hand through her now short hair. "I'm glad you came back when you did--though Razor would have learned to survive without me." She turned her face up to him. "Thanks again."
She finished the food, piling up most of it on his plate. "Here you go...hope my skills haven't rusted from misuse."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 15:02:00 GMT -5
He took the plate and inclined his head in a thank you as he sat down to eat. "I came back for a variety of reasons, I suppose the fates decided I needed to assist an old friend on top of the others." He started to eat and blinked a minute before he looked over at her. "My compliments, Miss Flanna, it's very good."
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 15:05:34 GMT -5
Flanna made her own plate and ate it quietly. She smiled a genuine smile at his compliment. "You're welcome. I do enjoy cooking...hope the sausage is to your liking." She raised an eyebrow as she took a drink. "...I'm used to cooking it irish style, but german isnt far off."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 15:11:14 GMT -5
Wolf nodded, "Tastes like it did in Germany. You are very talented." he finished his food in silence before he pushed the plate back satisfied. He hadn't eaten that well ina long while. "I appreciate the meal. I may be able to cook but I'm not nearly as capable as you are." He wondered when Razor would be back, he didn't mind talking to this girl. She didn't look nearly as pathetic as she had when he'd taken her from Murder. His thoughts turned to little Miss Murder and he sighed inwardly. There was something about that girl that was very familiar. He let outa sigh and shook his head as he took his plate to the sink.
"I appologize if I did anything to upset you the night I brought you here.." he wasn't sure why he said that, but he felt the need to appologize, he wasn't exactly the most gentle person on the planet.
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 15:17:47 GMT -5
Flanna blushed slightly. "...Think nothing of it...least I could do for you. You are welcome here whenever...I'll always cook you something."
After his last comment, she paused. "No need to apologize. You did what you had to do to get me out--thats the most important thing." She reached out and patted one of his hands lightly. "I am greatful. I was messed up. Ignore how I acted."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 15:28:49 GMT -5
He nodded and gave her a rare smile he only reserved for friends and family."Appreciated, I have a strange feeling I will be around an awfull lot in the days to come."
Wolf looked down at her hand and nodded. His sister's would have had his head if they'd known how he'd acted. He was taught to treat women with respect, because they were far more dangerous then men in most cases. "I do what I can, Miss Flanna. I'd never seen Razor so meloncholy, figured I had to do something about it.."
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 15:36:13 GMT -5
Flanna nodded and smiled back brighter. "...Good! Razor will be happy to have a friend around. Eventually he'll get board of just me all the time." She sighed sadly. "...cause I bet he won't let me leave while...they are still around."
She shrugged. "...Well, you're a good man Wolf."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 15:42:42 GMT -5
His eyes darkened slightly. If only she knew what he really was, the things he'd done. He shook his head and smirked a bit before he started cleaning the dishes. He needed to do something to help, she'd cooked, he would clean.
"Good.." he said after a while of silence. "I wouldn't go that far.."
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 15:46:29 GMT -5
Flanna snorted, then blushed for her unlady like action. "Hell. We all do horrible things, Wolf. But nope, you'll have to accept that I think you're a good man." She smirked and looked at him, her emerald eyes shining. "and don't you try and prove me wrong."
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 29, 2006 15:55:12 GMT -5
Wolf shook his head and let out a poor excuse for a chuckle. He blamed Murder for his lighter mood. Her interference in his life had definently made it more interesting. As well as running into Razor again, meeting Miss Flanna.
"Once I do what I must, I'll have the time to be a good man." he said as he finished up the dishes.
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Post by flanna on Sept 29, 2006 16:01:02 GMT -5
Flanna raised an eyebrow. "...and what must you do?" She yawned a bit. "...you don't have to answer. Your business is your own."
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