[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[ waiting, sitting up on a sturdy branch, making a green and a red apple dance around in a slow circle together in the air by lazily waving a fingertip. ]
Solid information gets an invite in. Juicy details gets a seat on our nice chaise.
Where are you cooking this, anyway?
[ floats the apples down to her... or rather, they come down to float by her, one appointed to hover by each shoulder. hey, neat, they're following her like MMO vanity pets. ]
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I can't give you any opinion because I haven't seen it.
Fair enough?
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Fine, fine. You'll have your apples. Swing by, I'll wait in the tree. Might as well take in some of the crisp air before it gets too sharpish.
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Oh, can't even let me inside, huh?
[sighs...]
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Where are you cooking this, anyway?
[ floats the apples down to her... or rather, they come down to float by her, one appointed to hover by each shoulder. hey, neat, they're following her like MMO vanity pets. ]
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[she'll just take one in each hand, to be sure.]
And, I'm not a two-faced information broker. No more answers about Clover, or even that there's a lack of answers.
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...Careful you act too closely with a flock, of course, lest you plan on joining our ranks. I hear it's catching.
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[confidently! And she'll take the opportunity to leave, as the transaction is complete.]
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[calls after, ]
Give my regards to Miss Daisy.
[ / fin ]