Corwin has definitely learned his lesson in “be careful what you wish for,” and instead of wandering the city aimlessly and complaining about how dull it is here (or hacking at trees), he’s managed to find something to occupy himself with
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At least for a few days, and now she was back, her arms already full of books. There were only two more on the list that she needed, and there was one of them. On the shelf above her head.
Alexis eyed the shelf, the load in her arms, and the shelf again. She could probably manage without stopping to get the ladder. So intent was she on finishing her task that Alexis didn't even notice the presence of the cigarette smoking man not too far away who could probably help. Instead, she reached up on tiptoe, fingertips brushing the book. Another half inch or so... She strained for the last bit of length and overbalanced, books toppling out of her arms and onto the floor with a loud clatter.
[ooc: oh no this isn't going to be trippy and mood ( ... )
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Then, out of nowhere--
"How's your fencing?"
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So he ignored the incredulous "why" and went back to the first statement. Why, exactly, he was even thinking this...
"I could fix that." No, it certainly wouldn't last very long around him. He'd been fencing to survive for longer than her entire family had been alive, and that was always the best motivator.
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"You could?" She tilted her head, confusion turning to curiosity. "You know how to fence?"
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"I would," he relented, not really sure why. "Though I have to warn you, it's been a while since I've done it in any formal setting."
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Right?
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"Afternoons are mostly free."
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"Afternoons work." She extends a hand to him for a handshake. "Thank you, Mr. Corwin."
Honestly, how can anyone stay grumpy in the face of that much obvious glee?
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