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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 4:07:42 GMT -5
Blaize blinked at her, startled for a moment. He hadn't had such a warm reception from anyone since he had come here, and she reminded him a lot of his own mother, buried so far away. The shock passed and he grinned, "The offer is well recieved, ma'am, thank you."
((do you know how hard it is to type 'correctly' while controlling a slew of other characters who use slang? grrr ^_^ ))
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 9:37:53 GMT -5
(hhaha..thats why my characters only have light accents!!)
Mrs. Hendry nodded and went back into the bedroom. "Ach..Peem...make yeself some food...and ye best not go out again tonight.."
Peem nodded. "Yes mum." After she went back in, he looked Blaize and thew up his arms. "Thats me mutha. Cheeriest person I know, but do somethin' bad and ye will rue the day ye saw her bad side." He laughed. "Are ya hungry?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 13:29:11 GMT -5
Blaize smiled lightly, "Its nice that you have a family to cherish, cause you never realize what you have until its gone." Like mine..
Not wanting to impose, he went to shake his head when his stomach betrayed him. Laughing, he ran a hand through his hair, "Guess i am...A little."
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 13:57:39 GMT -5
Peem looked around his apartment. "Yeah...I'm glad to have them. So many of ye bairns don't." He smirked. "Now...have ye had any Scottish faire? I have some Haggis here...tis better than the horrid british food." He made a face and smirked.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 14:08:39 GMT -5
Blaize rolled his eyes, "I will eat some anything you put in front of me." He had never, truthfully, eaten anything Scottish but was willing to try. There wasn't any British and Scottish anymore. It was just American.
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 14:11:39 GMT -5
Peem made the Haggis quickly, not allowing Blaize to see exactly what he was doing. He put the plate in front of him, and gave himself one as well. The smirk stayed on his face. "Go ahead..eat up..."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 14:14:17 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at the other, Blaize had a brief moment to wonder if he should trust Peem, but shrugged it away. If there was one thing he wasn't afraid of, it was trying new things.
((*snorted* the kid is in for it, aint he?))
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 18:08:28 GMT -5
((haha..the scotts love Haggis..but when I had it in scottland *shudder* the brits seem to like it though haha..but their food is DISGUSTING..I ate italian mostly when I lived in london.))
Peem smirked. "Oh come on...if ye can't trust a Scot newsie who is in a different burrough than you, who can you trust?" He laughed softly.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 18:22:48 GMT -5
THe Brit's eyebrow rose, "A Scot newsie who is in a different burrough than you are, but also happens to be your friend?" He teased as he ate a little of the food the other had laid in front of him.
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 18:25:21 GMT -5
Peem nodded. "Ye have gained my trust, and don't take that lightly. I'm loyal til death unless ye betray me. But ye dont seem that type. Ye have honor." Peem dug into his food, enjoying it throughly.
"So whatcha think of the Haggis, Blaize?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 18:31:46 GMT -5
"But ye dont seem that type. Ye have honor."
Blaize smiled a little into his food, "I like it a lot." He couldn't believe he had just heard that. He had only been telling the truth after all.
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 18:36:13 GMT -5
Peem smiled. "I'm glad you like it. It's lamb's throat, heart and liver." He laughed and ate some more. "Just try not to think about that..."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 18:42:52 GMT -5
THe other shrugged, it really didn't bother him. "Its good." He smiled, "In a weird way, makes me feel a bit like home."
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Post by peem on May 16, 2006 18:47:04 GMT -5
Peem laughed softly. "If you want to be home, I could get those shitty sausages that you eat, and some of that horrid cabbage." He poured the boy another whiskey. "So what do you plan on doing during the war..."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 16, 2006 18:52:26 GMT -5
He snorted slightly, "Hey, leave my sausages out of this." He sipped at the drink with a grin, "How about staying alive and saving my good name?"
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