Aug 15, 2007 14:15
He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.
It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.
allana djo,
d0g,
death (pterry),
sally stitch,
spider nancy
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There's a four year old little girl looking at him, her head tilted to the side, a stuffed tauntaun in her arms.
Huh. He's got his feet on the table. That's a no no.
"No feets on table!" She announces, hands going to her hips.
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Death lifts a corner of the paper to regard the child.
Who are you?
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"Chume'da Allana Djo." She says, slurring a few of the letters. It's a long title for a small girl. "Call me Allana. Who're you?"
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Allana's eyes widen appropriately. "Oh." She says softly, her fingers tightening around the tauntaun in her arms. Then she tilts her head. "Do you know my grandmama?"
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I know everyone, he assures her.
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She eyes him for a while, just watching like a small child does. "This is Jacen, my tauntaun."
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Adn then, because he gets the impression thats' insufficient, he adds, Hello, Jacen.
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She looks at the stuffed animal. "He's named after my fwend, who pwotects me and my Mama."
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