There were many chimneystacks in the nexus, billowing black, sooty smoke, and here and there, one might be hearing the scrambling of shoes against tiled roofs, or scraping inside inside the stacks
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"What you think is lucky, be it chimney sweep or a rabbit's foot, or that sorta-Ah!" Burt yelped, startled once he saw what handed him the rag, and used the brush to put distance.
"Name's be Burt, Chimney Sweep for the time being, was a broadwalk artist - but alas the rains washed me works away." He removed his cap, revealing that his hair was the only thing on him that was soot-free.
"They are indeed! 'Specially when you blow one to a chimney sweep, m'dear." He winked roguishly, as he kept the playful smile on, showing he wasn't entirely serious.
((*pulls down pants to do the proper penguin shuffle* Why thank ye kindly!))
"They all sound quite lucky indeed - 'cept for the rainstorms whilst working, makes the rooftops a might slippery though." Burt was kicking shoot off the brush.
"Awful on the roof, but great on the broadwalk, 'specially with accompanyament." He made an odd hop/arm flap gesture - as he would if he had his one-mand-band equipment on himself.
"I'm not much of a bloke, but I'm quite happy. Lots of things can be lucky." After a little searching, she pulls some moist towelettes from her bag and offers them to him.
"Like say what might I ask, guv'ness?" Burt questioned as he took the towelettes, oh moist... and hey! they be an actually doing something about the shoot...
well, least the lower half of his face is clean. The towelettes are pitch black though.
She gets another out when the one he has is too dirty to go on. "Please, call me Ali. Four-leaf clovers, rainbows, kisses, and chimney sweeps, from what I've heard."
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"What is this place? It sure ain't London!"
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"And I'd be the Happiest Bloke in all of London."
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((*fangirls!*))
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"They all sound quite lucky indeed - 'cept for the rainstorms whilst working, makes the rooftops a might slippery though." Burt was kicking shoot off the brush.
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"Oh! Oh dear! That wouldn't be pleasant at all. Dancin' in th' rain is an awful lot of fun, though, but that's best done on th' ground."
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Stare. Blink. Another blink. Grin.
"I'm not much of a bloke, but I'm quite happy. Lots of things can be lucky." After a little searching, she pulls some moist towelettes from her bag and offers them to him.
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well, least the lower half of his face is clean. The towelettes are pitch black though.
((*penguin shuffles*))
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She gets another out when the one he has is too dirty to go on. "Please, call me Ali. Four-leaf clovers, rainbows, kisses, and chimney sweeps, from what I've heard."
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