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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Feb 1, 2009 1:34:56 GMT -5
The sight of La Végétarte finally coming into view allowed a relieved smile to spread across Rinoa's face. "Look, Billy! We're here!" She grabbed Billy's hand and started running for the doors, not only hungry after an hour or so of wandering but in desperate need of a sugar fix.
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 1, 2009 1:45:07 GMT -5
"This is... nice," he finished lamely, sitting down at the nearest table. "Fldasnfsam..."
He'd meant to say "Excuse me, is anyone here?" but tiredness and last-second awkwardness kind of messed it up.
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Post by Hallie on Feb 1, 2009 1:46:55 GMT -5
There was a sound of footsteps coming down stairs and Hallie popped out from a doorway next to the counter. "Hey, Rinoa!" she said when she saw who was here. She smiled at Billy. "I see you brought a friend."
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 1, 2009 1:50:14 GMT -5
...Another girl. What was it, six girls compared to two guys that weren't him?
"Hi." He waved nicely enough and attempted to smile, but he had the distinct feeling that it looked more awkward than polite.
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Post by Hallie on Feb 1, 2009 1:51:15 GMT -5
"Hello. What can I get for you? Can I, like, adopt you? It'd make sense. I'm dating Benjamin Barker and I own a pie shop and you played Toby once. Please?"
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Feb 1, 2009 1:53:32 GMT -5
"Don't be shy!" Rinoa told her friend. She sat down and waved towards the shopkeeper. "Introduce yourself to Hallie!"
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 1, 2009 1:55:55 GMT -5
"Hi--again--I'm Billy."
God, he must sound like an idiot. But when he took over France, he wouldn't need social skills--only the ability to strike fear into the hearts of the sheep.
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Post by Hallie on Feb 1, 2009 1:57:46 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Billy. So, what kind of pie? Or cheesecake, because this is my shop, gosh darn it."
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 1, 2009 1:59:47 GMT -5
"Well, what kinds do you have?"
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Post by Hallie on Feb 1, 2009 2:01:52 GMT -5
Hallie pointed at the menu above the counter. "I also take requests, if you want."
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Feb 1, 2009 2:06:59 GMT -5
Poor Billy needed to work on his social skills. A lot. He was just ordering pie! Rinoa decided to help him along and coughed something that sounded an awful lot like "Cheesecake."
If he liked cheesecake, that was one obstacle avoided. If he didn't, they might start arguing and he might feel less awkward about talking.
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 1, 2009 2:08:13 GMT -5
"Um... cheesecake sounds nice," he said after Rinoa's not-quite-convincing cough.
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Post by Hallie on Feb 1, 2009 2:10:01 GMT -5
"Alrighty. Anything for you, Rinoa?"
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Feb 1, 2009 2:13:59 GMT -5
What was Billy--some sort of ultra-meek robot designed to go through life with the least amount of interesting conversation possible? Or did he just like cheesecake?
"I'll have what he's having," Rinoa sighed. She'd be better at prodding him into being less of a doormat once she'd had something to eat.
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Post by Hallie on Feb 1, 2009 2:16:46 GMT -5
"Coolness, I shall go get some." She walked down the stairs and came up a few minutes later with two slices of cheesecake. She passed the two plates out and pulled up a chair. It wasn't as though she had anything better to do. "So, Billy was it?"
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