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There are quite a number of brightly colored plastic things all over the floor in Milliways. We're talking, easily thirty of each four types of manipulatives.
All
Over
The
Floor
You have not even SEEN a mess before you have seen the way a toddler can mess up a room with a bunch of tiny plastic toys. As for the toddler in question, she is planted somewhere in the middle of the mess, playing with the toys. She is still wearing the shirt with names all over it (BOO! being the prominent one) and the house shoes that jingle and sing. Every once in awhile she'll wiggle her feet and either jinglejingle or "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" can be heard. And next to her is a pink adult sized throw made out of what is possibly the softest material ever.
Oh the fun she's having.
[[OOC: Open till whenever!]]
All
Over
The
Floor
You have not even SEEN a mess before you have seen the way a toddler can mess up a room with a bunch of tiny plastic toys. As for the toddler in question, she is planted somewhere in the middle of the mess, playing with the toys. She is still wearing the shirt with names all over it (BOO! being the prominent one) and the house shoes that jingle and sing. Every once in awhile she'll wiggle her feet and either jinglejingle or "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" can be heard. And next to her is a pink adult sized throw made out of what is possibly the softest material ever.
Oh the fun she's having.
[[OOC: Open till whenever!]]
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"Sorry," she winces. "I didn't — Boo found this before I could keep her from opening it."
Apologetic as she is, she can't keep a wry half-smile from her lips.
"You never told me you were leading a triple life, sheriff."
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"That's not real." Is his quick response to the envelope and its contents as he walks over.
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"F'ED ISS!"
This is EXCITING STUFF!
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"I figured as much — unless Rosie O'Donnell switched preferences in your world."
Half a beat and a grin.
"But Jennifer Aniston's a catch. How'd you manage that?"
She looks down at Boo's excited tugging.
"She wants you to come meet Fred."
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"Yeah. No, she's still... It was someone's idea of a lesson, that's all." He shakes his head and can't help a smile. "Although Jennifer Aniston I could totally get if she walked in here."
Kate's reaction is a relief enough that Bill can breath easier and joke. He's still going to burn the envelope and it's contents first chance he gets.
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Boo tugs Bill up the stairs and alll the way towards Kate's room. "F'ED ISS!"
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Kate follows the Boo Train upstairs and digs her key from her pocket.
"What kind of lesson?" she asks, turning the key in the lock and doing her best to avoid letting Boo's bouncing head hit her forearm.
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"Just...a lesson. About papers an...stuff. She was kinda drunk an...it don't really matter." Even though he's still thinking a lot about what the lady had to say.
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"F'ED ISS HII!" She waves to him.
Then she looks back at Bill and points (needlessly) to the fish residing in the tank.
"OOOK F'ED ISS!"
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"That's Fred," she says, and inclines her head toward the tiny plastic house nestled at the bottom of the tank, "and Fred's house, which was all Boo's idea."
She steps closer, just in case Boo wobbles off the chair.
"Who was she?"
Curiosity, not suspicion.
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"Look at that, there he is. Howdy, Fred. Nice house you got in there."
He turns back over his shoulder to look at Kate and then straightens up, offering another shrug.
"She's uh...well she said she was the um, devil." He turns back to the tank again rather quickly and points, "So how'd ya'll catch Fred?"
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She smushes her face against the glass some more and gleeeees when Fred moves.
"OOOOK!" Not taking her eyes off of Fred.
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" -- the devil? As in, the devil?"
She's ignoring Bill's question for the moment. Apologies to Fred, but Satan kind of takes precedence.
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Seeing his avoidance tactics aren't working, as always, he slowly turns back to Kate and this time the shrug is just one shoulder, "Yeah? I think. That's what she said, anyways."
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"And what, exactly, was she trying to teach you with that?" she asks, nodding toward the envelope.
Again, it's just curiosity, not suspicion.
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Pause and careful look for her reaction.
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" -- oh."
She licks her lips and tucks a lock of hair behind one ear, checking to make sure Boo isn't in danger of falling before speaking again.
"I hadn't, um, thought of that."
Has this been the solution all along?
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His hesitancy might show how much he's been mulling this over, still without a decision. It makes sense but a.)it sounds to easy and b.) it's the devil's idea.
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It can't be that simple — can it?
"Think it's that ... easy?"
The hesitation in her voice is unmistakable; this is advice from Satan ...
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He indicates the envelope in his hands, "She gave me this to show it's all just papers. There's more here than what I got with Lilly and I sure ain't gonna call this stuff legit."
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She wants it to be this easy, this simple.
But ... there's always a 'but,' isn't there?
"It makes sense," she says quietly, looking back to Boo as Boo waves at Fred again. "But — "
And there it is.
" ... do you think you can trust her?"
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"Well I don't think I pissed her off." He says after a moment, "An she never asked for my soul."
He flashes a light smile at her but the decision has already pretty much been made.
It counts. Denying it or ignoring it won't make it go away.
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She looks back over in time to catch his smile, one that's shadowed with something she can't quite see. Something that puts a hollow ache in her stomach.
It's too easy to be true, and they both know it.
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She reaches over and gives his fingers a gentle, encouraging squeeze.
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