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Post by Jakobim on Aug 17, 2006 17:58:14 GMT -5
He points at the wallet-thing.
"You forgot... that."
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Post by Catriona on Aug 17, 2006 18:02:45 GMT -5
The man looks. "Oh. Thanks." He wals back to his seat and picks up the wallet. "Thank you, sir. Decent of you."
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 17, 2006 18:42:14 GMT -5
Jakobim nods and watches the man.
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Post by Catriona on Aug 18, 2006 3:29:39 GMT -5
The man nods back, seems at a loss for a moment, then shrugs and turns to the door. He heads out into the misty streets, soon to disappear from view. The woman with the broom sweeps under his table and chair.
"He's always doing that. He'll forget his head one day, he will."
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 18, 2006 12:07:06 GMT -5
Jakobim turns to the woman.
"You know him?"
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Post by Catriona on Aug 18, 2006 13:05:45 GMT -5
"He's a regular."
She smiles a little wryly.
"He's our only regular. Say, you're not interested in breakfast, are you? We got raisin and sugar buns, or omelette mushrooms and bacon."
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 18, 2006 16:44:20 GMT -5
"Um... sure. The, ah... latter."
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Post by Catriona on Aug 18, 2006 17:27:26 GMT -5
"Coming up." The woman walks out of the bar into the back. He can hear pots and pans moving around. The little dog pads back over to him and starts licking Jakobim's ankles lovingly.
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 18, 2006 18:23:36 GMT -5
Jakobim lets the dog lick all it wants. He can't help but wonder what he tastes like.
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Post by Catriona on Aug 19, 2006 4:56:52 GMT -5
After a while, the dogs pads away again, and the woman emerges from the kitchen with a large plate, which she sets in front of Jakobim. It contains a large omelette with bacon and some mushrooms, as well as two slices of white bread. It does not look like the best breakfast he has ever had, but it is not the worst either.
"Six coppers." she says a little boredly while she fishes a fork and a knife out from under the bar and deposits them beside the plate.
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 19, 2006 21:20:20 GMT -5
Jakobim hands over the coppers. He takes a few bites of the omelette-- he's never cared much for breakfast, but this isn't bad.
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Post by Catriona on Aug 20, 2006 4:59:28 GMT -5
The woman pockets the coppers and leaves him to his breakfast by lazily removing the other man's emptied coffee mug and carelessly cleaning his table a little with a rag.
[Spot please]
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 20, 2006 13:15:01 GMT -5
Jakobim drains most of his coffee and continues to pick away at his breakfast.
[Spot: 15+1=16]
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Post by Catriona on Aug 20, 2006 14:00:33 GMT -5
Some of the mushrooms are a little burned. What are you going to do?
But outside, in the mists, Jakobim catches a glimpse of a boyishly dressed girl with a big brown workman's cap running like hells while clutching a bunch of apples.
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Post by Jakobim on Aug 20, 2006 14:03:17 GMT -5
Jakobim hesitates for a moment before running to the door to get a better look.
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