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Wood'sLittleFlower · 05-10-2011, 01:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Hanaa ツ

Snapping her head up at the sound of a man's voice, Alyss rolled her dark brown eyes at him and responded testily, "Um, aside from the fact that this is a rubbish shop and it means my dog wont be able to have milk with his food, no." Ehehe. Great Danes. Looking back toward the shelf however, she stared solidly at the blue topped milk, desperately trying to make it into a yellow-y-er shade, and dropped her hands into the pockets of her skirt.

Waaait a second. He'd asked her if she was alright... Narrowing her eyes, and without looking at him, she ran a - now free of her pocket - finger over the lid of one of the milkshakes next to her and asked slowly and carefully, "You don't happen to work for them do you?" Hopefully the guy would get her meaning and realise she was talking about the shop... Though if he worked for the ministry too, that'd be pretty cool. Friends were always good. ..... Wat? And there was the first sign of madness. But seriously, she did need to make some friends around the ministry. Bumping into Edilson all the time wasn't the best habit to be keeping up with.

Giving the man a sideways glance, she bit her bottom lip. Now the question was out of her mouth, she KNEW that he didn't work for the shop. He had dog treats in his hand and ~~was far too good looking to work in a small, scabby place like this~~ was getting something out of the fridge. But dog treats. WHAT IF HE HAD A DOG?! OMG SHE COULD HAVE A DOG WALKING PARTNER. Contrary to the wild thoughts leaping around her head, she nodded toward the packt in his hand and asked in a voice which she hoped desperately was nonchalant, "What breed do you own?" Open question. Once again. Could be taken ANY WAY. Geez. Way to go for being socially apt.

So.. this girl was definitely not a happy.. camper? Was that the old saying? He glanced at her, watching her roll her eyes. "Milk?" he glanced at the shelves. There was.. plenty of milk. Maybe she just didn't see it? But then again, it was sort of hard to miss. "Wait, hold up. You feed your dog milk? That's.. something." Cats drink milk. Not dogs. Unless this particular dog happened to think it was a cat.. then maybe it would suffice. But Em was almost positive that it didn't.

The twenty eight year old eyed the female suspiciously. "You don't happen to work for them, do you?" He question rang through his head multiple times as he dissected it trying to figure out just what she meant. Surely, there were multiple possible meanings behind it. But still.. she could have meant the store.. and then there was probably some other option that was not coming to his brain at the moment. He raised a curious brow before answering. "Here? Of course not. Does it look like i'd work here?" he played with his leather jacket with his free hand and grinned before continuing. "Plus, i'm not exactly in any sort of uniform, which most of the workers here seem to be wearing." Em shrugged and glanced around at the workers who wore some sort of strange apron. Weird.

Glancing around the shop rather quickly, he checked the area, making sure it was still secure and that there wasn't any suspicious characters. Which... there still weren't. Then, his blue eyes wandered back to her brown ones. And then.. she was asking him another strangely open question? Breed... he glanced around the shop once more but his eyes quickly snapped to the dog food and treats he held in his arm. Oh. He was awfully slow today. "A German Shorthaired Pointer," he beamed, picturing her in his mind. "And you? I mean, I assume you have one as well." He smiled softly, remembering her mentioning only moments ago that she had to get milk for her.. dog.

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Wood'sLittleFlower DMLE & DMAC Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,949 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Bradshaw Gryffindor First Year Ministry RPG Name: Dieter Kareless Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Coulson Bradshaw Law Enforcement	It's a horrible post. I'm sorry >___< Ern's Walmart Greeter Quote: Originally Posted by Hanaa ツ Snapping her head up at the sound of a man's voice, Alyss rolled her dark brown eyes at him and responded testily, "Um, aside from the fact that this is a rubbish shop and it means my dog wont be able to have milk with his food, no." Ehehe. Great Danes. Looking back toward the shelf however, she stared solidly at the blue topped milk, desperately trying to make it into a yellow-y-er shade, and dropped her hands into the pockets of her skirt. Waaait a second. He'd asked her if she was alright... Narrowing her eyes, and without looking at him, she ran a - now free of her pocket - finger over the lid of one of the milkshakes next to her and asked slowly and carefully, "You don't happen to work for them do you?" Hopefully the guy would get her meaning and realise she was talking about the shop... Though if he worked for the ministry too, that'd be pretty cool. Friends were always good. ..... Wat? And there was the first sign of madness. But seriously, she did need to make some friends around the ministry. Bumping into Edilson all the time wasn't the best habit to be keeping up with. Giving the man a sideways glance, she bit her bottom lip. Now the question was out of her mouth, she KNEW that he didn't work for the shop. He had dog treats in his hand and ~~was far too good looking to work in a small, scabby place like this~~ was getting something out of the fridge. But dog treats. WHAT IF HE HAD A DOG?! OMG SHE COULD HAVE A DOG WALKING PARTNER. Contrary to the wild thoughts leaping around her head, she nodded toward the packt in his hand and asked in a voice which she hoped desperately was nonchalant, "What breed do you own?" Open question. Once again. Could be taken ANY WAY. Geez. Way to go for being socially apt. So.. this girl was definitely not a happy.. camper? Was that the old saying? He glanced at her, watching her roll her eyes. "Milk?" he glanced at the shelves. There was.. plenty of milk. Maybe she just didn't see it? But then again, it was sort of hard to miss. "Wait, hold up. You feed your dog milk? That's.. something." Cats drink milk. Not dogs. Unless this particular dog happened to think it was a cat.. then maybe it would suffice. But Em was almost positive that it didn't. The twenty eight year old eyed the female suspiciously. "You don't happen to work for them, do you?" He question rang through his head multiple times as he dissected it trying to figure out just what she meant. Surely, there were multiple possible meanings behind it. But still.. she could have meant the store.. and then there was probably some other option that was not coming to his brain at the moment. He raised a curious brow before answering. "Here? Of course not. Does it look like i'd work here?" he played with his leather jacket with his free hand and grinned before continuing. "Plus, i'm not exactly in any sort of uniform, which most of the workers here seem to be wearing." Em shrugged and glanced around at the workers who wore some sort of strange apron. Weird. Glancing around the shop rather quickly, he checked the area, making sure it was still secure and that there wasn't any suspicious characters. Which... there still weren't. Then, his blue eyes wandered back to her brown ones. And then.. she was asking him another strangely open question? Breed... he glanced around the shop once more but his eyes quickly snapped to the dog food and treats he held in his arm. Oh. He was awfully slow today. "A German Shorthaired Pointer," he beamed, picturing her in his mind. "And you? I mean, I assume you have one as well." He smiled softly, remembering her mentioning only moments ago that she had to get milk for her.. dog. __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e