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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 30, 2009 15:29:47 GMT -5
For the first time, Herbert was beginning to realize that 90% of the other people he spoke to were right:
He had too much stuff.
A fair amount of his clothes had been sacrificed for the good of the bookshop, which no longer really bothered him, but the remainder was still enough to make packing them up as part of preparing to move a real chore.
Even so, it was a chore Herbert was determined to do himself. As bad as it was for him, it didn't seem fair to inflict that much work on someone else. It would have gone against his new resolve to be a Contributing Member of the Household. A Contributing Member of the Household pulled their own weight and packed their own extensive collection of clothes, no matter how much of a Sisyphian task this turned out to be.
However, as he pulled out what was probably the twelfth pair of shoes he'd forgotten he had, he noticed something unexpected wedged under the buckle.
Herbert frowned and pulled his glasses from his waistcoat to get a better look at the small fluffy red thing intruding on his shoe.
He knew his tastes ran toward the extravagant, but Herbert was rather certain he didn't own anything that included red-dyed maribou.
He sighed.
"Rishka, have you been using my wardrobe again?"
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Post by Marishka on Jul 30, 2009 15:34:08 GMT -5
Marishka poked her head into the room with a frown.
"What do you mean again?" she demanded, rolling her eyes. "Like I could fit anything of mine in there!"
She wondered if borrowing a vest of his without permission last week counted as 'using'. It hadn't fit so she'd put it back anyway. So it really wasn't worth mentioning.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 30, 2009 15:40:49 GMT -5
"Well, I somehow doubt Aziraphale has anything involving red feathers," Herbert said dryly, turning around to show her.
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Post by Marishka on Jul 30, 2009 15:49:40 GMT -5
"That could have come from anywhere! Anyway, you know red's not my color." She pouted.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 30, 2009 15:54:13 GMT -5
"Ah, well," Herbert sighed. "Not worth worrying about, I suppose."
He pushed the box a little closer with his foot and dropped the shoes into it.
"By the way, if there's anything in here you should want..."
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Post by Marishka on Jul 30, 2009 16:16:21 GMT -5
"Herbert, nothing in there would fit me."
She hopped up and sat on his bed, watching him pack.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 30, 2009 16:20:03 GMT -5
He was silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry I rather exploded at you the other day."
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Post by Marishka on Jul 30, 2009 16:24:28 GMT -5
She shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. No need to stay mad."
Okay, she wasn't exactly pleased, but she didn't hold a grudge well.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 30, 2009 16:30:54 GMT -5
Herbert frowned and leaned back, examining something else that had turned up in the bottom of the closet.
"All right, this is definitely not my hat."
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Post by Marishka on Jul 30, 2009 16:41:02 GMT -5
"Can it be mine?" she asked, sitting up with renewed interest.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 30, 2009 16:46:38 GMT -5
"I don't see why not-"
He stopped short and suddenly stumbled back from the closet.
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