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lemon · 11-12-2014, 02:04 AM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Oh. Oh dear. Preston saw the man coming out of the corner of his eye and required every bit of his fortitude not to visibly react to the jacket that the man was wearing. Clearly the man lacked a campaign staff. And possibly a mirror.

Composing himself internally, Preston smiled at the man's greeting. "Hello," he replied, offering his hand for a shake. "Preston Kingsley. Pleased to meet you, Mister Clark, is it?" Preston had read the candidate announcement article several times to learn of the rest of the candidates and Sherman Clark was... a distinct individual.

Quite aware of his need to look down to speak with the man, Preston raised his eyes and spotted some nearby tables. "Would you like to chat over at a table, rather than subject ourselves to the food we won't yet eat?" He smiled at that last bit, hoping it was a reasonable enough excuse for them to sit, rather than make it about the wheelchair.

"Oh, yes! A fellow candidate! It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Kingsley." Sherman took the extended hand and shook it heartily, his grasp strong for a frail looking individual like himself. No looking hesitant; he needed to appear SURE and CONFIDENT. And such.

A table, though? Did the man notice his apparent need for the food? He didn't require Preston's assistance in curbing his appetite, thanks, he was perfectly fine at the table. Did he doubt his ability to resist inhaling the whole buffet? Sherman took offense. Very much so.

"I'm quite alright here. Unless you'd prefer to move to one?" If they moved, it would be the OTHER man's weak stomach that caused it.

Not his. Never.

11-12-2014, 02:04 AM	#5 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year Ministry RPG Name: Dmitriy Toussaint Law Enforcement x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Oh. Oh dear. Preston saw the man coming out of the corner of his eye and required every bit of his fortitude not to visibly react to the jacket that the man was wearing. Clearly the man lacked a campaign staff. And possibly a mirror. Composing himself internally, Preston smiled at the man's greeting. "Hello," he replied, offering his hand for a shake. "Preston Kingsley. Pleased to meet you, Mister Clark, is it?" Preston had read the candidate announcement article several times to learn of the rest of the candidates and Sherman Clark was... a distinct individual. Quite aware of his need to look down to speak with the man, Preston raised his eyes and spotted some nearby tables. "Would you like to chat over at a table, rather than subject ourselves to the food we won't yet eat?" He smiled at that last bit, hoping it was a reasonable enough excuse for them to sit, rather than make it about the wheelchair. "Oh, yes! A fellow candidate! It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Kingsley." Sherman took the extended hand and shook it heartily, his grasp strong for a frail looking individual like himself. No looking hesitant; he needed to appear SURE and CONFIDENT. And such. A table, though? Did the man notice his apparent need for the food? He didn't require Preston's assistance in curbing his appetite, thanks, he was perfectly fine at the table. Did he doubt his ability to resist inhaling the whole buffet? Sherman took offense. Very much so. "I'm quite alright here. Unless you'd prefer to move to one?" If they moved, it would be the OTHER man's weak stomach that caused it. Not his. Never. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.