So I'm in Boston.
Anything for a girl to do in this town?
(And for the record? If you're some smartass who's planning to write "Yeah, you can blow me" -- I've already thought of that one).
ETA: I've already thought you might SAY THAT, dumbasses!
*OOC -- I'm considering this post sort of 'out of time' for other plotlines. So anybody who's
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How are you?
Not dead, I see. That's nice.
Usually.
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You're not dead either! I'm so glad!
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I was just -- on a break.
I'm not sure how long I'll be in Boston. What brings you here?
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"Hi,"
he says, quietly and a bit embarassed, when she opens the door of her hotel room.
"I wanted to say, well, thank you, and these are the only things I know you like."
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"Must be some kind of mistake,"
he says, confused, then adds hastily:
"They have cheese."
Walking towards the couch, he gets serious.
"I was sort of out of it on the jet. But I mean it. I'd have done anything to keep Emily alive and safe, and you and Angel were the ones who actually found a way."
A way that meant he wouldn't be seeing Emily again, at least for a long time, but her safety is far, far more important.
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She smiles and says, more seriously, "I guess I helped, but, I think it was your mom's idea." She hesitates, not sure if that was the right thing to say, then gives what she hopes is an appealing smile. "And hey, it's not like Darla's my favorite person on the planet either." She knocks on the fruit. "Seriously, we might need a big-ass knife to get this thing open. You got one on you?"
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