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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 19:45:05 GMT -5
*The muscles in Sylvia's neck flexed, but she nodded. There would be time to try again. Lots of time apparently.*
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate your...understanding."
*She glanced briefly to the door.*
"Will you...show me my room then?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 19:48:35 GMT -5
"At present I am occupied by other matters. Fawkes will show you," *he said, referring to the butler.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 19:56:50 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked up to the other man that she hadn't noticed until now. She pushed herself to her feet as gracefully as she could manage and curtsied respectfully, face bowed to Thatcher.*
"Of course, sir."
*She was thankful though, that Thatcher apparently had no expectations from her at the moment. She turned to Fawkes, smiling gently as she tilted her head that he might lead the way.*
((Hmm....it strangely reminds me of Beauty and the Beast, except that Thatcher is hot on the outside and a beast inside. Maybe I need more sleep.))
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