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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 20:57:30 GMT -5
*Cal poked her head in, hoping he wasn't resting or something.*
"You up?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:59:47 GMT -5
"Calliope," said Herbert, tilting his head up just enough to see her.
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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 21:03:12 GMT -5
"I brought fresh pillowcases... and a hairbrush." *She stepped fully into the doorway, holding them both up. It was nearly morning, so she was already in her nightclothes.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:04:39 GMT -5
He smirked a little in spite of the pain.
"Come to spoil me?"
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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 21:06:20 GMT -5
"Nahhh, if I were spoiling you I'd have brought hot chocolate. Sit up, Blondie, those 'cases look nasty."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:07:14 GMT -5
He forced himself to sit up, gasping a bit as he did so.
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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 21:10:47 GMT -5
"... God, you poor thing." *She tutted, switching the pillowcases for clean ones and fluffing the flattened pillows for him.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:15:34 GMT -5
"Since when do you care?"
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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 21:19:29 GMT -5
"Well when people get shot it's hard not to care, dillweed."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:20:08 GMT -5
Herbert made a "hmmmph" sort of sound.
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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 21:21:44 GMT -5
"Come on, your hair looks like mine, and that's saying something, and you can't very well brush it yourself."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:23:27 GMT -5
He made a face at her comparison.
"That bad?"
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Post by Cal on Jun 23, 2008 21:25:41 GMT -5
"Maybe not that bad. But decidedly not the silky smooth golden tresses of ridiculous Apollonian pretty that you normally have."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 24, 2008 19:44:58 GMT -5
He smirked a little at that.
"Yes," he said decisively. "It is good hair, isn't it?"
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Post by Cal on Jun 24, 2008 19:46:42 GMT -5
"I was going to stick shining or glossy in there, but they didn't fit rhythmically."
*She shrugged.*
"I have a bush growing out of my head so I content myself with admiring other peoples hair. Namely yours. Now let me brush it, Blondie."
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