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Ilsa told me about this "Halloween" thing, and I'm just... I mean... it's awesome! [He's all giddy, in need of some fun.] I was thinking we could get together, plan out costumes, and I could design. But I need some help -- there are supposed to be devices for sewing, and there must be sources for fabrics and makeup, and I'll need some shop assistants, if we're going to really put on a show.
So -- I've cleared out space in the garage, and we can work there and set up a shop. Come on over! Bring food: all I've got is Mayfield standard, here....
So -- I've cleared out space in the garage, and we can work there and set up a shop. Come on over! Bring food: all I've got is Mayfield standard, here....
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Date: 2011-10-09 02:19 am (UTC)Hmm... lions and tigers and bears? No, bears belong on the highway, by the reports I have. Tell me...
[ She leans in close, murmuring in his ear. ]
Is there something you want to be? Something... wild?
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Date: 2011-10-09 02:30 am (UTC)[The look needs a really GREAT greatcoat. And a death ray, yes. And a hat... and...]
[His eyes start to lose focus, as design cuts in. He forces himself back.]
Um. Maaaaaybe. You want to be careful though, liebchen. It's just the sort of man who might go on a tiger hunt.
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Date: 2011-10-09 02:36 am (UTC)[ No, that wasn't a purr at all. ]
[ Yes, it was. ]
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Date: 2011-10-09 02:39 am (UTC)[He's normally a baritone, and one whose voice is still descending. Right now it descends, and he rumbles like a suggestive bass note on an organ. It's a purr in its own right.]
[He isn't as new at this as he used to be...]