Aug 02, 2008 23:20
Dear All,
Triumphed over cold. Proud to share. The nurses tell me I've been sleeping it off as of late, so apparently I've missed quite a bit - songs and such. So I've recovered. Finally. (And cursed too, it seems. Brilliant.)
Turkish Delights, anyone?
- Ed
neither sorted nor unsorted,
rather sorted,
oh curses
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He wasn't exactly bringing tea, figuring to buy it at the cafe in exchange for taking over one of their tables. Dressed in his habitual vintage clothing, he wore a waistcoat over his dress shirt today rather than braces, the RAF greatcoat swinging from his shoulders and the Webley strapped to his hip.
Not that he expected to need the gun it was just as much a habit to put on as the cufflinks in the morning.
Now, if you were Edmund Pevensie, what the heck would you look like?
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Being cursed was annoying. It was inconvenient starting your sentences with a Dear.. and finishing with an Ed almost every single time. Edmund nearly groaned, thinking about it in full. It was ridiculous. The City would've been a fine place in all actuality were it not for the occasional curse or two.
Because really, when it came down to it, Edmund Pevensie really wasn't as polite as he looked.
(OOC: I'm so sorry this took a while! Ack! Been busy! x.x;)
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"Edmund Pevensie?" He offered with a ready, outgoing smile.
[ooc: Tis all right, I'm afraid I've been gone most of today and am about to drop!]
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He was going to greet him, as it was only polite, butinstead-- Ed sealed his mouth. Oh, curses. He was cursed today. Speech would've been embarrassing. So instead, he brought out the pen and paper. Edmund settled for writing it all out instead.
Dear Captain Jack,
Yes, I am. Good to meet you.
- Ed
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Arching an eyebrow, Jack took the note and read it curiously before he puzzled out what Edmund was doing and smiled.
"Guess I lucked out. I only felt the urge to write in formal letter style when working on a text base media. May I?"
Asked politely and motioning to the chair across the table from Edmund.
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He inclined his head, jerking it to show that, sure, how go ahead and sit down. Edmund can't be bothered to write this all down.
So, Edmund went down to business. Tea and Delights. Oh, and maybe, even beatings. He hadn't forgotten that this is the very same man, albeit kind, who went and corrupted his sister.
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