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Jul 11, 2007 20:36

He's crazy, he's blond, he's shy, and he's totally at your disposal.

Come say hi to Harding!

(Which is to say, there's a tall, slender blond man picking his way through a plate of tea sandwiches--what? he'd liked them!--and sipping, quite appropriately, a mug of Darjeeling.)

dale harding, jack frost, carlos ramirez, archibald craven, puck

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mago_sonriente July 12 2007, 01:03:06 UTC

Someone passes by, wizard's staff in one hand and a brass lock in the other. He's grinning at the lock more than most people would, though.

And now looking curiously at the sandwiches. He hasn't eaten all day.

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:05:08 UTC

Harding, noticing the look, holds out his plate.

"Like one?" he asks. "I've got plenty."

mago_sonriente July 12 2007, 01:06:09 UTC

He reaches for one after juggling the lock into a pocket before looking at the kid again.

"You sure?"

He gives a grin.

"You look like you're hungry enough for the lot.'

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:08:10 UTC

"No, no," he says, smiling. "This is more than I will ever eat."

He's gotten pickier, over the years. Alas.

"They're good. Cucumber. And, um, other things."

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_to_the_bone July 12 2007, 01:06:16 UTC

"Hello again," says Jack, happily.

"Are you doing better?"

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:09:13 UTC

"Much, thank you," he says with a smile. He gestures towards his plate. "Would you like a sandwich?"

There might be a lot wrong with Harding, but you can't say his mother didn't teach him to be polite.

_to_the_bone July 12 2007, 01:11:37 UTC

"That sounds lovely."

Jack takes one, and also takes this as an invitation to sit.

"We didn't really get to talk properly."

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:15:36 UTC

"No," he says agreeable. "But," and he waves his hands--they're long, remarkably graceful--"we have plenty of time to rectify that, yes?"

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a_poor_guardian July 12 2007, 01:20:33 UTC

The gentleman passing Harding has graying hair, crooked shoulders and, while he has never been precisely mad, he's certainly known crippling depression.

Archibald Craven nods courteously at the other man. It can't be a comfortable motion, given the position of his spine.

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:23:57 UTC

Harding nods back, awkwardly.

As the man passes, he holds out his plate.

"Care for a sandwich?"

[OOC: OH MY GOD FANGIRL. Ahem. Yes. Z'end.]

a_poor_guardian July 12 2007, 01:34:59 UTC

Harding appears to have eaten off of the plate already. The idea of sharing the plate with the other man does not appeal to Archibald.

"I've already had supper, thank you," replies Archibald, "but if you'd like to share a bottle of wine with me, or perhaps another pot of tea, I would be glad to join you."

a_poor_guardian July 12 2007, 01:45:03 UTC

[ooc: *grins at you* I'm running for food. I'll be back in 10-15 minutes or so. PS, for future reference: Do you have AIM? I'm ravenboy1976.]

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puckishly July 12 2007, 01:21:05 UTC

There may or may not be a fairy in Harding's immediate vicinity.

However, his theft of one of Harding's sandwiches is pretty indisputable.

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:22:33 UTC

"Oh dear," Harding says. "One of my sandwiches is gone. La! What a theft! Whatever shall I do?"

puckishly July 12 2007, 01:29:47 UTC

Puck munches shiftily.

Thickly, "I do hope you shan't report me, at least. I am already rather better acquainted with the cells than I've any care to be."

soapcarvedhands July 12 2007, 01:32:26 UTC

"Weeeellll," he says, a considering look on his face. "I suppose if you sit down properly, I can find it within myself to forgive you."

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