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Post by Prudence on Nov 30, 2010 18:27:28 GMT -5
Prudence had in one hand a plastic container full of yellow-tinged soup, and in the other, the handle of a small wheeled suitcase she was dragging behind her. She mumbled some derogatory nonsense as the wheels unaligned themselves and made the suitcase stop rolling for what seemed like the fiftieth time, yanked the thing into obedience, and knocked on Allastor's door.
"Are you up? I brought soup." She paused, before adding, "It's the safe, canned stuff; so don't worry about my cooking skills."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Dec 1, 2010 19:17:56 GMT -5
A knock at the door sent Barghest and Shuck into a barking frenzy. Someone was trying to get in to their daddy. The young knight grinned a bit and whispered to them soothingly. "Boys...boys...It's alright...She's harmless..." The two protective wolfhounds whined and returned to their position at the foot of their sickly father's bed. Allastor couldn't help but chuckle at Prudence's words outside his door. Defying his boss's orders, he forced himself up and out of bed to open the door for Prudence. "I'm up...C'mon in. I appreciate it." His eyes glazed over momentarily, causing him to hold his head as the room started to spin. "Wooh...Over exerted myself..." He chuckled a bit weakly as he stumbled his way back into his bed. "Don't tell 'Tegs I was up and outta bed...She'll hit me with something blunt and possibly finish me off..." He laughed as he looked to Prudence, motioning for her to sit by his bed. "I'd like to speak with you while you are here...If you don't mind."
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Post by Prudence on Dec 2, 2010 0:27:16 GMT -5
"Don't...hurt yourself on my account; it's just soup," Prudence mumbled, pulling the suitcase over the threshold. "I brought some entertainment to go with the soup," she noted. "See, I figure pretty much all one can do on bed rest is read, so I should bring you a book or two, but then I realized I had no clue what you liked, so I thought, well, doesn't everyone love Harry Potter? But then I had no clue which books you'd read, if any, so I brought all of them." She patted the suitcase, eliciting the hollow sound of a thick hardcover.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Dec 2, 2010 1:22:54 GMT -5
He listened to her talk about the books and then nodded. "Thank you...I actually enjoy that series...I'm sure I'll have them read in no time...When I'm done with them I'll be sure to send you a request for my next book wishlist. Sound good?" He smiled at her weakly before sitting up in bed. "Right...what I wanted to say." He once again motioned for her to sit down. "I wanted...to apologize." He grinned a bit, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. "We got off to a rocky start...and I was hoping maybe I could mend the bridges between us...Y'know, make you hate me less..." He grinned big and looked directly at her. "And don't say you don't hate me...I read your mind several times in our past encounters..."
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