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Tess's Athenaeum.
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This seriously made me laugh for like a minute and a half.
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That doesn't answer the question!
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Are you saying you don't have a French accent?
Why do you think I have this outrageous accent?!
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Why do you think I have this outrageous accent?!
Ahahha. I do adore you, little bird.
kisses her nose then steps out
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she enters her Athenaeum, closing her umbrella with a rustle and snap. The noise echoes throughout the somber room, the books absorbing whatever sound she makes. Rain continues to fall outside the windows, glossing the panes and glistening on the wet cobblestones outside. The snow is melting, as she has known it would. She smiles, removes her black pea coat, and watches as the water beaded on it shakes off onto the doormat.
A clatter of heels falling as she kicks them off.
A moment of silence before she turns the stereo on, music flowing into her ears.
A click and a cork released, the glug of bourbon poured into a fat glass tumbler.
The warmth of the liquor in her throat, a pleasant burn.
And then finally, blissfully, she slips her skirt off. It dangles from a little foot and then is tossed into the corner. She fluffs out her hair, stretches long and lean, and then starts to slide. Socked feet slipping along her polished floorboards to the music.
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so, well, let me know,
If it's no, well I can go
I won't make you.
she's happy.
A clatter of heels falling as she kicks them off.
A moment of silence before she turns the stereo on, music flowing into her ears.
A click and a cork released, the glug of bourbon poured into a fat glass tumbler.
The warmth of the liquor in her throat, a pleasant burn.
And then finally, blissfully, she slips her skirt off. It dangles from a little foot and then is tossed into the corner. She fluffs out her hair, stretches long and lean, and then starts to slide. Socked feet slipping along her polished floorboards to the music.
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so, well, let me know,
If it's no, well I can go
I won't make you.
she's happy.
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Back In The Stacks.
Sometimes the words stall in this place filled with books. It would be simpler if she let them be, attempted something else, gave them up. She's never been able to, however. They sit, firmly rooted in her mind. Studying. Observing. Waiting for their moment.
And so she walks amongst her stacks, flitting gentle fingertips over the spines of books stored away. Not forgotten but not tended. Not ignored but not idolized. Though she loves them, she will never be able to read them all.
Tess moves amongst them, embracing and remembering. Her dress makes her a wraith in the shadows. The light from the main room is glowing through the shelves, and a velvet quiet surrounds. All but the strains of a distant song, sweetly echoing throughout the bookstore.
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds.
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can
but be prepared to bleed."
Sometimes the words stall in this place filled with books. It would be simpler if she let them be, attempted something else, gave them up. She's never been able to, however. They sit, firmly rooted in her mind. Studying. Observing. Waiting for their moment.
And so she walks amongst her stacks, flitting gentle fingertips over the spines of books stored away. Not forgotten but not tended. Not ignored but not idolized. Though she loves them, she will never be able to read them all.
Tess moves amongst them, embracing and remembering. Her dress makes her a wraith in the shadows. The light from the main room is glowing through the shelves, and a velvet quiet surrounds. All but the strains of a distant song, sweetly echoing throughout the bookstore.
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds.
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can
but be prepared to bleed."
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Whispered words flow across the private library, a voice familiar and friendly...
On the soundtrack for my favorite movie...
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The sun catches on the red locks of two girls coming down a snow lined street. The crimson and auburn tresses wink in a friendly way, bouncing and luxurious. The girls are dressed in winter gear, boots and coats and scarves and gloves. They bicker as they walk, playfully, snatches of laughter floating on the winter air. The Athenaeum sits quietly, a comforting sight in the crisp surroundings. Spring had nudged gently into the world but bowed out in favor of the cold once more, and so they move briskly, but amiably.
A key is fished from the taller of the two's pocket, although calling her tall is quite far from the truth: it is simply that she stands the highest. The key turns in the lock of the door to the Athenaeum and their voices tumble louder, spilling into the central room of the bookstore. Rustlings of coats being removed, hats pulled off and hair tossed free, shoes kicked away onto a mat to quietly shed icy slush in melting pools.
...People who dress like librarians? All sex addicts. Sue Sylvester is the best. I only dress like a librarian... sometimes.
Tess looks down at her outfit, nods approvingly.
See? Ignore the cardigan. Okay, Lilypad, I've got crates and crates and crates of things to sort. I'll get us some tea going, first, though. I think... Well, I mean, mostly the books just need to be sorted in the main room here. There's any number of things to look through: journals, first editions, picture books, encyclopediae...
She's leaning against the counter, having crossed the room to gesture at the crates that are precariously stacked behind the object's broad expanse. The top is worn, though highly shined. There is evidence of numerous papers being penned here, notes signed and letters sealed. The entire building smells of books and lavender and chamomile tea. A wealth of knowledge, a destination for erudition.
She clicks on the stereo and tips over the edge of the counter, feet kicking out as she groans with the weight of her burden. A crate is hauled over the side, small enough that she could lift it without upending herself but quite heavy enough to be going on with. She heaves it onto the counter top with a curse.
Alright. Start with that one, but if you change your mind, there's plenty to soothe your flighty nature.
Tess grins and winks at Lily, walking back to the kitchen with an energetic gait. She calls over her shoulder,
And I only have milk for tea, no sugar. Hope that's alright. Make yourself at home, sweetpea.
A key is fished from the taller of the two's pocket, although calling her tall is quite far from the truth: it is simply that she stands the highest. The key turns in the lock of the door to the Athenaeum and their voices tumble louder, spilling into the central room of the bookstore. Rustlings of coats being removed, hats pulled off and hair tossed free, shoes kicked away onto a mat to quietly shed icy slush in melting pools.
...People who dress like librarians? All sex addicts. Sue Sylvester is the best. I only dress like a librarian... sometimes.
Tess looks down at her outfit, nods approvingly.
See? Ignore the cardigan. Okay, Lilypad, I've got crates and crates and crates of things to sort. I'll get us some tea going, first, though. I think... Well, I mean, mostly the books just need to be sorted in the main room here. There's any number of things to look through: journals, first editions, picture books, encyclopediae...
She's leaning against the counter, having crossed the room to gesture at the crates that are precariously stacked behind the object's broad expanse. The top is worn, though highly shined. There is evidence of numerous papers being penned here, notes signed and letters sealed. The entire building smells of books and lavender and chamomile tea. A wealth of knowledge, a destination for erudition.
She clicks on the stereo and tips over the edge of the counter, feet kicking out as she groans with the weight of her burden. A crate is hauled over the side, small enough that she could lift it without upending herself but quite heavy enough to be going on with. She heaves it onto the counter top with a curse.
Alright. Start with that one, but if you change your mind, there's plenty to soothe your flighty nature.
Tess grins and winks at Lily, walking back to the kitchen with an energetic gait. She calls over her shoulder,
And I only have milk for tea, no sugar. Hope that's alright. Make yourself at home, sweetpea.
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She puts the kettle on to boil and crosses to her cupboard, briefly pondering when her kitchen had become so well appointed. She hasn't yet found time to sort everything, but apparently much more than expected has been accomplished. Her fingernails gleam as she shuts the cabinet, two mugs clutched in one small hand. A flash out of the corner of her eye has her setting them down on the tiled counter, crossing to the window with lace curtains, peering out.
Hm.
she calls out to the main room, loudly, hoping to be heard over the music,
Lily, did you see someone at the door?
no response but Chris Martin warbling down the hall. A sigh. She turns back to the teapot and then catches the flash again. Light on her feet she flits to the back door, peering, unlocking, opening. A broad smile.
Miss Vail, are you spying on me? Do you want to come in for some tea?
she leans against the door frame, arms crossed casually on her chest.
Hm.
she calls out to the main room, loudly, hoping to be heard over the music,
Lily, did you see someone at the door?
no response but Chris Martin warbling down the hall. A sigh. She turns back to the teapot and then catches the flash again. Light on her feet she flits to the back door, peering, unlocking, opening. A broad smile.
Miss Vail, are you spying on me? Do you want to come in for some tea?
she leans against the door frame, arms crossed casually on her chest.
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The girl looks around as they step into the store, and smiles widely. She loves bookstores, and this one has such a lovely, lived in feel to it, despite it's relative newness. She'd been meaning to stop by, but never done it until now, with a task in mind. She rolls her eyes and laughs at the quote and then looks around again.
Her eyes follow Tess and then move to the crates she motions to. Eyes roaming the numerous stacks of boxes.
Have my work cut out for me, don't I?
A smile appears on her face as she watches her move the box, and she eyes it curiously, wondering what's in it. She watches as Tess moves into the kitchen, and then moves to the box, grabbing it from the counter and bringing it to the floor, sitting next to it and crossing her sock covered legs. Dressing for weather had never been her strong suit, and high socks and shorts were what she felt like wearing that morning, despite the snow on the ground outside.
She leans over, pulling the top off, and looks inside, sticking her hands in with interest and pulling things out as she touches them.
Not much organization involved in these boxes, huh?
She calls out, letting her voice carry itself into the kitchen as she puts the pile of things on her lap. Many of the items Tess had listed earlier were in that pile, and she wipes the dust off of the journal on top. A name she's never heard on the cover, she flips it open. Dark blue ink, beautiful yet messy handwriting. She leafs through the pages, and the writing stops halfway through, mid sentence. Weird. She puts it next to her and looks at the next book, a novel, and dusts it off again. How many crates of these books were there, exactly?
Lost in the book on her lap, she didn't notice Vail's entrance, but when she looks up, there she is. She smiles at her.
Hi!
Her eyes follow Tess and then move to the crates she motions to. Eyes roaming the numerous stacks of boxes.
Have my work cut out for me, don't I?
A smile appears on her face as she watches her move the box, and she eyes it curiously, wondering what's in it. She watches as Tess moves into the kitchen, and then moves to the box, grabbing it from the counter and bringing it to the floor, sitting next to it and crossing her sock covered legs. Dressing for weather had never been her strong suit, and high socks and shorts were what she felt like wearing that morning, despite the snow on the ground outside.
She leans over, pulling the top off, and looks inside, sticking her hands in with interest and pulling things out as she touches them.
Not much organization involved in these boxes, huh?
She calls out, letting her voice carry itself into the kitchen as she puts the pile of things on her lap. Many of the items Tess had listed earlier were in that pile, and she wipes the dust off of the journal on top. A name she's never heard on the cover, she flips it open. Dark blue ink, beautiful yet messy handwriting. She leafs through the pages, and the writing stops halfway through, mid sentence. Weird. She puts it next to her and looks at the next book, a novel, and dusts it off again. How many crates of these books were there, exactly?
Lost in the book on her lap, she didn't notice Vail's entrance, but when she looks up, there she is. She smiles at her.
Hi!
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grinning, her head pressing against the frame as the beauty passes, she watches the figure move through the kitchen and reaches out a hand to idly pull the door shut. The kettle starts to whistle and she slides on her feet, encased in tights, to snatch another cup from the cupboard and drop packets of leaves in all three mugs.
I'll never mind you snooping around my curtains, so long as you stop in. I'd hate to think you wandered off without me...
a sidelong glance, a secret smile.
...saying hello. Lily's just here to sort some books, see if the Athenaeum provides her with any inspiration. It often does that, I've found.
kettle lifted, water poured, steam rising to puff away into nothing. The liquid starts to change, an amber iridescence, and she pulls a glass jug of milk from the fridge.
I've got soy milk too. Honey, maybe. Not so much a sweet tooth.
passing over, placing the jug down, a dainty hand passing over a graceful neck, to the lovely hair she so admires.
Would you like to see my store? Take a tour?
her voice is lightly teasing, pleased that the pretty lady has come here. She hears Lily's greeting and tilts her head towards the main room. Captures fingers in hers, tugs, forgetting the tea tray for the moment.
Come, come see.
I'll never mind you snooping around my curtains, so long as you stop in. I'd hate to think you wandered off without me...
a sidelong glance, a secret smile.
...saying hello. Lily's just here to sort some books, see if the Athenaeum provides her with any inspiration. It often does that, I've found.
kettle lifted, water poured, steam rising to puff away into nothing. The liquid starts to change, an amber iridescence, and she pulls a glass jug of milk from the fridge.
I've got soy milk too. Honey, maybe. Not so much a sweet tooth.
passing over, placing the jug down, a dainty hand passing over a graceful neck, to the lovely hair she so admires.
Would you like to see my store? Take a tour?
her voice is lightly teasing, pleased that the pretty lady has come here. She hears Lily's greeting and tilts her head towards the main room. Captures fingers in hers, tugs, forgetting the tea tray for the moment.
Come, come see.
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warmth in her voice, her demeanor, welcoming,
Good. I'm glad.
soft hand in hers, swinging arms cheerfully as they pass from the kitchen back into the store proper, the sun hitting all the right spots through the windows. She giggles at Lily, slowly surrounding herself with unpacked books, and then gestures expansively to the couches and tables. Her hazel eyes peer into Vail's face, guileless and perhaps eager in her excitement of finally showing her store to friends.
Here it is. My Athenaeum. At least, here's the part that most people come to see. I've got rooms upon rooms, and even I'm not quite sure what's in those... Here's Miss Lily, though. Vail--
clasps a hand around the back of a neck, a gentle nudging of giggling lips along a jawline,
--happened upon my library. Finally.
Good. I'm glad.
soft hand in hers, swinging arms cheerfully as they pass from the kitchen back into the store proper, the sun hitting all the right spots through the windows. She giggles at Lily, slowly surrounding herself with unpacked books, and then gestures expansively to the couches and tables. Her hazel eyes peer into Vail's face, guileless and perhaps eager in her excitement of finally showing her store to friends.
Here it is. My Athenaeum. At least, here's the part that most people come to see. I've got rooms upon rooms, and even I'm not quite sure what's in those... Here's Miss Lily, though. Vail--
clasps a hand around the back of a neck, a gentle nudging of giggling lips along a jawline,
--happened upon my library. Finally.
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She puts the book aside, a new pile, and looks at the the book that had been sitting underneath. The process repeats, a book occasionally catching her eye, lingering in her lap before she moves on. Such an eclectic mix, she doesn't recognize any names or titles she's pulled out. What on earth was Tess collecting.
She half listens to the words in the other room, half reads the books in her lap. One in particular, as she pulls another bunch from the box, catches her eye. The front is hard, but delicate, and she runs her fingers over the cover, feeling the designs, and then opens the book, searching for a synopsis but finding none. The first page, first line, she already smiles. Space cowboy pirates. Sounds wonderful.
She looks up with a smile as the women enter the room and then looks back at the book, and then back up as Vail vanishes.
This book looks like a lot of fun, Tess.
She half listens to the words in the other room, half reads the books in her lap. One in particular, as she pulls another bunch from the box, catches her eye. The front is hard, but delicate, and she runs her fingers over the cover, feeling the designs, and then opens the book, searching for a synopsis but finding none. The first page, first line, she already smiles. Space cowboy pirates. Sounds wonderful.
She looks up with a smile as the women enter the room and then looks back at the book, and then back up as Vail vanishes.
This book looks like a lot of fun, Tess.
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is left holding air, looks around, sighs.
Someday I'll get her back in the stacks, Lily, you hear me?
goes back to fetch the tea tray, humming as the music changes, thoughtful fingers trailing along the wall of books. She appears a minute later, two mugs instead of three, tea tags tucked neatly under handles in the loop that her grandmother taught her.
Whatcha find there, babe?
she places the tray on a conveniently located table, brings a mug close to Lily, grabs her own. She sits on the floor, tucking her legs neatly underneath her. Leaning over as she takes a sip, she raises her eyebrow and nods, swallowing carefully, a small mmmph noise coming from her throat.
Hm. Firefly, huh? A story like that...
her back rests against the chair behind her, voice growing dreamy as she thinks.
Space opera! What does it say?
sips more tea.
Someday I'll get her back in the stacks, Lily, you hear me?
goes back to fetch the tea tray, humming as the music changes, thoughtful fingers trailing along the wall of books. She appears a minute later, two mugs instead of three, tea tags tucked neatly under handles in the loop that her grandmother taught her.
Whatcha find there, babe?
she places the tray on a conveniently located table, brings a mug close to Lily, grabs her own. She sits on the floor, tucking her legs neatly underneath her. Leaning over as she takes a sip, she raises her eyebrow and nods, swallowing carefully, a small mmmph noise coming from her throat.
Hm. Firefly, huh? A story like that...
her back rests against the chair behind her, voice growing dreamy as she thinks.
Space opera! What does it say?
sips more tea.
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An eyebrow cocks at the new music and then she laughs.
Oh, I have no doubt you'll manage that one day.
She takes the mug, smiling her thanks, and takes a slow, cautious sip. Satisfied that it won't burn her, she makes an appreciate noise at the taste. Milk in tea isn't something she's tried before, though she's been meaning to. She puts the mug back down and looks back at the book, flipping through it for a moment to see its length, and then returning to the first page.
I don't even know.
Her eyes scan the page for a silent moment and then she looks up.
I think it's one of those books that explain what it's talking about later. It looks like a... heist, of sorts.
She turns the page and scans that one, too, checking to see if what she thought was correct.
Yeh. With a captain, a mercenary and a... well... an amazon woman, it would seem.
Oh, I have no doubt you'll manage that one day.
She takes the mug, smiling her thanks, and takes a slow, cautious sip. Satisfied that it won't burn her, she makes an appreciate noise at the taste. Milk in tea isn't something she's tried before, though she's been meaning to. She puts the mug back down and looks back at the book, flipping through it for a moment to see its length, and then returning to the first page.
I don't even know.
Her eyes scan the page for a silent moment and then she looks up.
I think it's one of those books that explain what it's talking about later. It looks like a... heist, of sorts.
She turns the page and scans that one, too, checking to see if what she thought was correct.
Yeh. With a captain, a mercenary and a... well... an amazon woman, it would seem.
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she watches her friend scan the pages curiously, excitedly. Her enthusiasm is contagious and she finds herself sitting up, her brain working furiously, calculating, shifting through characters and plot plays. A laugh burbles up.
A heist! Do you think we could get away with that shit?
her laughter trails off as she considers it, face growing pensive.
Um. Don't answer that. But seriously, what else? Anyone like us?
A heist! Do you think we could get away with that shit?
her laughter trails off as she considers it, face growing pensive.
Um. Don't answer that. But seriously, what else? Anyone like us?
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She looks up at her friend as she flips the page again, a mischievous smile at the question, before looking back down and scanning yet another page.
This one reminds me of you. Kaylee. She's the ship's engineer. Young.
Another flip.
Sweet and kind.
And another.
Seems to be pretty close with this girl... River. Hey, they're just like us.
A giggle as she reads.
Kaylee's got the hots for this cute doctor... River's brother...
She looks back up at Tess, her smile now teasing.
Simon. His name's Simon. And he's the most awkward thing. Sounds hot, though.
She looks back down, shifting her body, legs untangling and slide out as she lays back on the floor, holding the book up in front of her face, and laughs as she reads, longer this time, getting a feel for the characters, skimming from character description to the next.
Personally, I think you'd get along with the dumb one, if you were on this ship.
She moves the book to look at her, and laughs again, biting her lip for a moment before her smile once again turns teasing.
Big, dumb, and a total sadist, if you ask me.
This one reminds me of you. Kaylee. She's the ship's engineer. Young.
Another flip.
Sweet and kind.
And another.
Seems to be pretty close with this girl... River. Hey, they're just like us.
A giggle as she reads.
Kaylee's got the hots for this cute doctor... River's brother...
She looks back up at Tess, her smile now teasing.
Simon. His name's Simon. And he's the most awkward thing. Sounds hot, though.
She looks back down, shifting her body, legs untangling and slide out as she lays back on the floor, holding the book up in front of her face, and laughs as she reads, longer this time, getting a feel for the characters, skimming from character description to the next.
Personally, I think you'd get along with the dumb one, if you were on this ship.
She moves the book to look at her, and laughs again, biting her lip for a moment before her smile once again turns teasing.
Big, dumb, and a total sadist, if you ask me.
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The Tigress finds herself walking down a new path. She had traded her sleeveless hoodie for a proper one, with fleecy fake fur on the inside. Her hood was up and she coughed a bit, but continued on, a slow pace. Hands shoved deep in her pockets, hood up and covering her head, she pauses as she looks over the Anthenaeum. A sharp, emerald gaze looks over the place an a small smile touches her lips. It suits it's owner.
She steps forward then, not needing to be out in any weather longer than she should be. She steps up to the door, and upon hearing music, knocks louder than she normally would have.
She steps forward then, not needing to be out in any weather longer than she should be. She steps up to the door, and upon hearing music, knocks louder than she normally would have.
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she starts to reply and hears a knock at the front door. Sighing she angles herself up from the floor, carefully places her teacup where it won't be spilled, and dusts off her skirt.
Hold that thought, sweetpea. I have much to say in regards to this.
she walks to the door, purposeful and yet graceful, peering out again through a window to seek out a visitor's countenance. Upon recognition of the beautiful lady outside her door, she lets out a cry of delight and welcome and flicks back the lock. The door swings open and the knocking woman is pulled into a softly crushing, lavender scented embrace.
Cat! Hello! Oh, thanks for coming by. It's lovely to see you.
she decides she'll behave for now, and instead presses gentle lips to a pretty cheek.
Welcome, welcome! Lily's here, she just found the most fascinating idea--a story about space pirates. Space pirates! Want to hear? Should be fun. I can get you some tea, or water, just let me know what you'd prefer.
Hold that thought, sweetpea. I have much to say in regards to this.
she walks to the door, purposeful and yet graceful, peering out again through a window to seek out a visitor's countenance. Upon recognition of the beautiful lady outside her door, she lets out a cry of delight and welcome and flicks back the lock. The door swings open and the knocking woman is pulled into a softly crushing, lavender scented embrace.
Cat! Hello! Oh, thanks for coming by. It's lovely to see you.
she decides she'll behave for now, and instead presses gentle lips to a pretty cheek.
Welcome, welcome! Lily's here, she just found the most fascinating idea--a story about space pirates. Space pirates! Want to hear? Should be fun. I can get you some tea, or water, just let me know what you'd prefer.
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The Tigress is swept up in a sea of lavender and woman, laughing lightly as she's practically tackled. She wouldn't have minded being tackled, but she returns the embrace, brushing her lips against a soft, beautiful cheek in return. Once inside, she takes a quick look around the place, smiling softly to herself, nodding.
This place suits you, pretty lady. I brought you something, since I never got a chance to welcome you to your place here.
She pulls out a CD and hands it to her, along with a small figurine of a white tiger.
Tea would be amazing, thank you. And space pirates, huh? I could totally get into some space pirates...
This place suits you, pretty lady. I brought you something, since I never got a chance to welcome you to your place here.
She pulls out a CD and hands it to her, along with a small figurine of a white tiger.
Tea would be amazing, thank you. And space pirates, huh? I could totally get into some space pirates...
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Looking up from her spot on the ground, she sees the pretty Tigress, still pretty even upside down, and beams. She jumps up and runs to hug her, dropping the book as she does.
Space pirates indeed. I was just telling Tess that she reminded me of one of the characters in the book.
She stands on her toes and kisses a pretty cheek before returning to where she'd been laying, picking the book back up before plopping back down, pushing red hair behind an ear.
Space pirates indeed. I was just telling Tess that she reminded me of one of the characters in the book.
She stands on her toes and kisses a pretty cheek before returning to where she'd been laying, picking the book back up before plopping back down, pushing red hair behind an ear.
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she takes the gifts and steps back, a chirpy bird, not irritating but sparkling. Her store has stood silent for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to have company.
Let me just go put these away, and I'll put the CD in too... and bring back tea. Please, look around. Feel free. I want my friends to feel at home here, and you're so very welcome.
she smiles, and turns around. The tiger is placed in a central location on one of her main shelves, its wild beauty a perfect counterpoint to the surroundings. The CD is slipped into the stereo, and the mellow strains of music pass over the room. She loves this song. After tweaking some of Lily's curls she slides down the hall to her kitchen, to fetch more tea for the visiting Tigress.
Let me just go put these away, and I'll put the CD in too... and bring back tea. Please, look around. Feel free. I want my friends to feel at home here, and you're so very welcome.
she smiles, and turns around. The tiger is placed in a central location on one of her main shelves, its wild beauty a perfect counterpoint to the surroundings. The CD is slipped into the stereo, and the mellow strains of music pass over the room. She loves this song. After tweaking some of Lily's curls she slides down the hall to her kitchen, to fetch more tea for the visiting Tigress.
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