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Post by chatter on Feb 28, 2010 17:00:49 GMT -5
Chatter plopped down on 'her' couch with perfect aim, burying her head into the crook of the couch between the back of the couch and the arm. She lost her bowler hat, sadly, but figured she'd find it later. But at the moment, she was tired. She didn't care if there was a few leaves and twigs stuck in her hair from having to run through a couple bushes to get away from the bulls for s crime she didn't commit, she was just tired. But then again, most days she was tired, so this was routine.
Grumbling, she looked up, and noticed it was rather quiet, which Chatter did not like at all. Maybe it was cause she was used to talking a lot, but oh well. Most of it could wait. Burying her head back under, she tried to catch a few winks of sleep, but sadly that did not come. Sure the close call on the inspectors was enough to make her happy, but the site with Chance and Scout... she shuddered at the thought. That was something she didn't and never would want to see as she lived. She could live without that.
She could especially live without that.
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Post by pip on Feb 28, 2010 17:21:08 GMT -5
Pip came threw the door to the living room. He was exhausted and just wanted to sit on the couch. He was watching his feet and didn't really care which chair he sat on today. His butt plopped down and felt something that didn't really fell like a chair. Pip quickly stood up and turned around to see Chatter sitting on the Chair. 'How did I miss her sitting there?' he thought to himself. "I am so sorry!" Pip answered quickly. He felt his face turn red and didn't know what to do. He slowly backed away to sit on a chair on the other side of the room. "So," he said to fill the awkward silence. "I am really sorry about that." Pip looked to the floor like he did every time he did stupid things. He looked back up to say something but the thought quickly erased from his memory.
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Post by Chance on Feb 28, 2010 17:36:40 GMT -5
It had been a strange week for Chance. Maybe strange wasn't the right word...eventful? That works. It had been an eventful week for Chance. He sold more newspapers that day than he had ever sold in his life. Maybe because he had paid a little bit more attention to his selling than the pockets of unsuspecting hoity toities. His heart had just not been in it that day. His guilt trip was definitely over, way over. But he still didn't feel too great about everything that had happened with the health inspectors. He just couldn't get over the thought of what could have happened if Mrs. Weasley and Inspector Ratzenberger hadn't had mercy on them.
He made his way into the living room, not surprised to see Chatter hogging the couch as usual, and a rather embarrassed looking Pip sitting in the chair across from her. He kicked off his shoes, relieved to be rid of them after a long day of walking. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest, not really saying anything to the two newsies. He reached into his pocket to pull out his gold pocket watch, wanting to give himself something to distract his attention with, only to find it not there. He ran a hand through his shorter hair, narrowing his eyes in agitation. Chance was as uneasy as a rattlesnake, coiled and ready to strike.
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Post by chatter on Feb 28, 2010 17:59:50 GMT -5
Chatter 'oofed' and grumbled, looking up to see Pip, who had sat on her. Growling mutely, she listened as he apologized, more interested in sleeping then being sat on. Well, who would like being sat on? She didn't answer that question, because she knew somewhere, out there, in the big and strange world she lived in, someone liked being sat on. Not that she found anything wrong with that! She just found it odd that someone would enjoy being sat on just because they could be sat on. Sighing, she flipped over on her back, she listened to Pip talk.
"I am so sorry!"... "I am really sorry about that."
"It's fine, Pip," she replied, as he sat back down on another couch. Chatter was glad that most of the Queens population understood that she loved this couch. Watching Chance go back towards the wall, leaning against it. "Hey Chance," she said to him. There really was only nothing she could say to him, all she knew was that they were all happy that they passed inspection. Sure, it was a close call, but hey! They survived! That was enough to make anyone happy. Definitely happy for everyone.
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Post by pip on Mar 1, 2010 20:00:29 GMT -5
Pip finally got the courage to look up at chatter who was flipping over on the couch. 'I can't believe I did that,' he thought to himself. He never really liked doing embarrassing things because he always felt like people would make fun of him every time they would see him. He looked back down when she started to watch him. He was waiting for her to either accept her apology or to chop him into millions of pieces.
"Its fine pip"
Pip finally heard Chatter answer. He started to relax and noticed Chance looking at his pocket watch. I wonder if I look like that when I get districted by something. He picked up a book and acted like he was reading. He realized he didn't look that cool and decided to to just act normal. He glanced back at Chance and started to wonder where he got his gold pocket watch from.
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