*Sound of a thump and a clatter, then the sound of
Peggy Lee comes across the phone along with rustling clothing. A moment later, the whap of a hammer into wood and Jack's voice singing along with the smokey Ms. Lee.*
I love the East, I love the West
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Oy, yeh're a bit in the way, yeah?
[ooc: Strikes muttered in Irish Gaelic]
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Am I?
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Yeh don' believe in shirts, do yeh?
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*Friendly, saucy wink*
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Did yeh just...wink?
What kind of world is this?
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I did.
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Tha' I'm flat as a fuckin' board?
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Everybody comes in different shapes and sizes, lassie. *hints of years in Cardiff creeping into his vernacular.* An there is nothing that says one way is better than another and I happen to appreciate varity.
*Smiles with warm flirtiness and she gets a wicked waggle of his eyebrows.*
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Are yeh out of yehr head?
[getting down to pick it up rather quickly]
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I've been accused of it often enough.
Captain Jack Harkness, pleasure to meet you, Miss.
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Eden, not miss, unless you're taig. Dunnae 'bout yehr accent, 'less yeh're a yank who hails from Cardiff, yeah?
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*Smiles with friendly warmth.*
And you've got a good ear. Spent a fair number of years in Wales, though the brash yankness just keeps coming through.
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Didn' mean to sound narky, yeah? Yeh're a bit of a quare hawk, didn' expect it, is all.
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Oy, don't worry about it. I'm am being quite strange I imagine but I promise I'm mostly harmless. Just enjoying myself a nice spring day and a bit of fun with big boy toys.
*Ha nudged at a drill with his toe.*
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Crazy yanks and their crazy ideas.
[and she walks off]
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*Chuckling, fairly hard to scold him when he refuses to be scolded and the sound of hammering and singing chases her down the hall.*
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