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"Oh really?" he said with interest, making sure to take note to remember this. It was bound to at least get a half page when the elections eventually came around. "We can but hope," although, unless one of those people had a ridiculous amount of cash lying around, Sylvester still had his doubts.
Pot calling the kettle black, indeed. He gave a her a small wink and even gave out a small chortle as she used his own words against him. "Touché, Bunbury. Touché," because she would always be Bunbury to Sylvester.
Her reaction to finding out he was offering the house free of charge was slightly overwhelming for Sylvester. Especially when the redhead went in for a third hug. He was certain this was a record. Out of the three it was definitely the tightest, and Sylvester matched her in that regard. As they embraced, Sylvester closed his eyes for a moment, taking in her scent and just picturing for a second... what if... what if...
But, no. No ifs. That was long gone.
They removed themselves from each other and Sylvester put his previous thoughts way back in his mind, replacing his melancholy with a smile. "I'm just happy to help you out. I'm also happy that I don't have to go through the trouble of eventually getting round to selling the damn thing," he laughed, taking the final sips of his coffee.
"I'm pleased to hear it," he smiled in response to her saying she would be available whenever he needed her. Yep. Whenever he needed her.
Sigh.
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When I look into the
MIRROR OF ERISED
all that I see is
YOU
*wink*
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