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Shanners · 04-06-2010, 06:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Sam wrinkled his eyebrows. An EXCELLENT slave? He begged the differ. He might be a good doo-- NO. He was not even going to think about that. He'd open doors for woman because it was the right thing to do, not because he was a slave and HAD to do it. "I helped you when you were in need, didn't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he checked, he had. "Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not a cheeseball." He would NEVER EVER be a cheesball. Nope.

He nodded. "I see what you mean," he commented. He placed his wand back into his pocket before reaching for his cup of coffee. "Drink of torture? I like that." He took a drink of his ~~coffee~~ drink of torture, and then sat it right back down on the table. Ahh, refreshing!

"Working seems to take over your life," he pointed out the obvious. He leaned back into his chair and replied, "I've been good. Nothing really has happened...I mean, I work most of the week. So I guess I can compare to you." Yeahhh...

Pippa laughed lightly and shrugged. Sam did have a point, of course he did, but really? Really, really? "Technically I could have done it myself, but yes, you helped. But still, I could have done it myself, however opening doors with the drink of torture could prove fatal and I can't, wont be doing that again. So... I guess... Maybe." Long-windeed her answer may have been, but answering the question it did, and all through her answer, did she smile up at him, shrugging once more as she came to a finish.

"Mmmhmm. No, you're not a cheeseball. Just one person I've met so far. Noone you should know, I guess." Or maybe, it all depended, they were all Division Heads; were they not?

Sliding into the seat she had already almost claimed before burning herself, Pippa smiled and opened her pumpkin pasty, and then looked over at Sam. "It is rather creative, I don't think I'll ever call it coffee again." Well, that was until she left this room, and probably would get weird looks from people who 'weren't there'.

"You noticed?" Pippa chuckled, and ran a few fingers through the hair obstructing her face, and smiled approvingly. "I guess it does, after a while." Or so, she was presuming. The only other work she had done, was in Africa on the lion drive, and teaching out there. Surprisingly. "And how's Division Heading going for you?" It wasn't being harsh on him was it? Probably not, he was a male. He could deal. Right?

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,372 Gryffindor Sixth Year First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat Sam wrinkled his eyebrows. An EXCELLENT slave? He begged the differ. He might be a good doo-- NO. He was not even going to think about that. He'd open doors for woman because it was the right thing to do, not because he was a slave and HAD to do it. "I helped you when you were in need, didn't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he checked, he had. "Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not a cheeseball." He would NEVER EVER be a cheesball. Nope. He nodded. "I see what you mean," he commented. He placed his wand back into his pocket before reaching for his cup of coffee. "Drink of torture? I like that." He took a drink of his ~~coffee~~ drink of torture, and then sat it right back down on the table. Ahh, refreshing! "Working seems to take over your life," he pointed out the obvious. He leaned back into his chair and replied, "I've been good. Nothing really has happened...I mean, I work most of the week. So I guess I can compare to you." Yeahhh... Pippa laughed lightly and shrugged. Sam did have a point, of course he did, but really? Really, really? "Technically I could have done it myself, but yes, you helped. But still, I could have done it myself, however opening doors with the drink of torture could prove fatal and I can't, wont be doing that again. So... I guess... Maybe." Long-windeed her answer may have been, but answering the question it did, and all through her answer, did she smile up at him, shrugging once more as she came to a finish. "Mmmhmm. No, you're not a cheeseball. Just one person I've met so far. Noone you should know, I guess." Or maybe, it all depended, they were all Division Heads; were they not? Sliding into the seat she had already almost claimed before burning herself, Pippa smiled and opened her pumpkin pasty, and then looked over at Sam. "It is rather creative, I don't think I'll ever call it coffee again." Well, that was until she left this room, and probably would get weird looks from people who 'weren't there'. "You noticed?" Pippa chuckled, and ran a few fingers through the hair obstructing her face, and smiled approvingly. "I guess it does, after a while." Or so, she was presuming. The only other work she had done, was in Africa on the lion drive, and teaching out there. Surprisingly. "And how's Division Heading going for you?" It wasn't being harsh on him was it? Probably not, he was a male. He could deal. Right? __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________