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Date: Thursday, November 16 2000
Time: About 10am
Location: 105 Budge Row
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Terry Boot
Rating: PG for language only
Pansy was on time for once. Well, if by "on time" you meant ten minutes late, but usually Pansy was much later than that, so it counted as on time in her book.
She'd known for a while that Terry was a photographer, and after she and Perry had discussed the exchange of photos, she'd sent him an Owl enquiring about his prices. The reply had been a while in coming, but it had come and so here she was, outside his flat, not overly dressed up, because she didn't want to look like a doll. She just wanted to look like... herself. Jeans and a t-shirt and some vampy eye make-up because otherwise she'd feel like a tramp and you couldn't take a good photo feeling less than totally self-assured.
Pansy knocked and then waited for a response. His flat door was pretty much like every other flat door in existence, except for a pretty little box on the jamb. Pansy had no idea what it was but it looked sweet and she reached out to trace its outline with her finger-tip.
Time: About 10am
Location: 105 Budge Row
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Terry Boot
Rating: PG for language only
Pansy was on time for once. Well, if by "on time" you meant ten minutes late, but usually Pansy was much later than that, so it counted as on time in her book.
She'd known for a while that Terry was a photographer, and after she and Perry had discussed the exchange of photos, she'd sent him an Owl enquiring about his prices. The reply had been a while in coming, but it had come and so here she was, outside his flat, not overly dressed up, because she didn't want to look like a doll. She just wanted to look like... herself. Jeans and a t-shirt and some vampy eye make-up because otherwise she'd feel like a tramp and you couldn't take a good photo feeling less than totally self-assured.
Pansy knocked and then waited for a response. His flat door was pretty much like every other flat door in existence, except for a pretty little box on the jamb. Pansy had no idea what it was but it looked sweet and she reached out to trace its outline with her finger-tip.