Nov 02, 2008 09:08
Mr. Leandros, I apologize. I don't think I'll be making it into work today. I seem inclined to dance. And I think I must taste good, the cats won't leave me alone.
I'll be in my room, if anyone would like to find me.
embarassment!,
want to go home,
we shall never speak of this again,
plz don't fire me,
callin' in sick,
haet 4 the city,
well /this/ is awkward,
mmm-mmm good,
curses!
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I'll be working on Cait Sith.
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Nice moves, gramps. Here, it's wine or something.
[Reno shoves the bottle at Reeve and steps inside, suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of sugary food.]
...Cissnei is so baking cupcakes when I get home.
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[Pausing, he takes a few whiffs of the sugary smell, then shakes his head.]
Since Cissnei and me are both here, we might be able to help or something, but we'd need some information from ya about what happened just before. Even just a few ideas.
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Do you think you and Cissnei should get involved? I know you're used to working, shall we say, outside legal limits, maybe it's better just to let the police handle it...
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If we don't do something, we're gonna get rusty. Might as well, y'know? We wont do anything illegal, promise.
[of course, to Reno that meant 'we wont do anything illegal and get caught'.]
...This is really weird to say, but you smell like a cinnamon bun.
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