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Post by Rip van Winkle on Apr 8, 2010 16:17:58 GMT -5
That was the intended effect. It had been so embarrassing how akwkward she was during the war, and she'd had plenty of time to practice improving her demeanor, largely in an attempt to emulate the opera singers she admired so much. Admittedly, the height now helped.
"I'm not surprised, in France," she snorted, then glanced down, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, let me help there." Rip reached down and brought her back up to balance, showing a massive if (for the moment) restrained strength.
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Beppo
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Post by Beppo on Apr 9, 2010 10:06:16 GMT -5
Even though Beppo could easily have done without, she clung to yon First Lieutenant for dear life, catching fistfuls of clothing and wobbling perilously as if about to fall again. Being practically plastered to someone allowed for attempts to block their view-- or at least camouflage a light frisking.
Nothing, damn it, nothing she could reach. Let's... let's call this one a character-building experience, because whoever she was, she was hurting her arm like hell.
And now the forecast called for dewy-eyed apologies. She blushed crimson. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry-- I think I can find my way from here--"
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