My mama raised me in the durty south // A Kountry Gentleman // So you best watch ur mouth [OPEN]

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Characters: Smoke, Goodbye, and the Re-build Crew!
Date/Time: Thursday afternoon & evening
Location: ruins of Smoke's Bar & Tavern
Rating: PG13 for adult location & guesses of content
Summary: This is mainly a head-count log; if you don't have time to log, if you can just sign an OOC note that your character was around to help, I'd appreciate it!

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"Mm! We saw each other in our dreams, so... I recognized her. And her voice." She couldn't help staring as politely as possible while he inspected her offering, being almost uncomfortably stoic about the entire thing. It didn't look broken. Did he think there were termites hidden in it? He was staring at it so intensely that for a brief moment she thought he might have scanners in his eyes, like a machine, but there was no way she would believe any of that--

His remark broke her train of thought. "Well! I'm happy it passed the official standards." It was part completely serious, because they could have them for all she knew, part said jokingly to at least try and diffuse the awkward moment. Time to try something else. "You really didn't have to come check on me either, so I'm grateful too."

Was that too much? She lowered her head shyly, his brusque attitude lost on her for the moment until Goodbye entered the scene. Aimo wanted to answer, let her know that it was only right to help even a tiny bit but she never meant to keep her eyes off the stage, really! Which is when the man's stern voice cut in.

This debating, why did it sound so familiar? Whatever the case, she didn't look forward to it.

"I-I don't think anybody was impeding anything!" Unknowingly, she flailed a bit, discounting any part of her protest that may have been taken with a straight face. But no doubt her voice might very well get ignored over the impending catfight clash of wills, and she thought it better not to say anything more.