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luministi2011-06-19 10:32 pm
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◌ 021 ◌ Spare me the thought
[After just over a week - has it really been that long? - of feeling like this, Fuu is fully exhausted. Yet she couldn't help but go out every day to sit and stare at the theatre, the pub, and the space between them.
Today she spontaneously decided to make a delivery - Mister Braxiatel will find a neatly wrapped package on his doorstep, containing a small variety of pastries from the tea house and a box of English breakfast tea.
Well, perhaps it was not too spontaneous. She'd been thinking about the past a lot, and he was a large part of the particular incident she was mulling over.]
[Biking away from West Luministi Greens on her way to sit across from the theatre and pub again, she suddenly starts peddling at a break-neck speed towards that place-- and stares at it for a long moment.
Trembling, she slumps to the ground and curls up into a ball, face buried in her knees and hands pressed to her ears.]
[[ooc: She'll stay like that for about 15 minutes before pulling herself together enough to get home. (Unless of course someone comes across her like this, or she nearly ran you over with her bike and you've come after her!)]]
Today she spontaneously decided to make a delivery - Mister Braxiatel will find a neatly wrapped package on his doorstep, containing a small variety of pastries from the tea house and a box of English breakfast tea.
Well, perhaps it was not too spontaneous. She'd been thinking about the past a lot, and he was a large part of the particular incident she was mulling over.]
[Biking away from West Luministi Greens on her way to sit across from the theatre and pub again, she suddenly starts peddling at a break-neck speed towards that place-- and stares at it for a long moment.
Trembling, she slumps to the ground and curls up into a ball, face buried in her knees and hands pressed to her ears.]
[[ooc: She'll stay like that for about 15 minutes before pulling herself together enough to get home. (Unless of course someone comes across her like this, or she nearly ran you over with her bike and you've come after her!)]]
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[For a moment, something passes over his face - a faint look of confusion, perhaps - but he shakes it off. Instead, he opens the door to the malt shop.]
Here we are.
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She nods her thanks at his opening the door for her, somewhat unused to the gesture.]
Have you tried many other foods from other countries yet?
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Here, why don't ye have a seat and I'll see about getting someone to take our order.
[Once that's done, Jamie settles in and attempts to distract Fuu from things by telling her a bit more about his home in Scotland, back in the 18th century, and some of the foods there. Hopefully a description of haggis doesn't make her too ill...]