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Old 10-17-2015, 06:16 PM   #29 (permalink)
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SPOILER!!: Hat Stealer ;)
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She had said please. With all of her blonde might, she had said please. The only thing she hadn't done was bat her eyelashes, and she knew from experience that she never had to do that. Hence why she had never taught her daughter that trick. Briar-Rose was well versed in singing, baton twirling and smiling. Eliora, on the other hand, was a professional in watching The Titanic, finding men that were awful and not wooing the colleagues that she wanted to. Rusty, that was. Aron, on an extended arm. But definitely Rusty.

She smirked, laughed and applauded at the chair antics. "Bravo, bravo." Eli waited until he'd taken his seat once more before shaking his hand, and taking his hat with her other hand. The hat was immediately placed onto her head and she grinned. "Suits me, huh?" She knew it did.

Everything did.

Coffee did.

... Man, she wanted coffee.

"Eliora Dodderidge."


At first, Rhydian thought this woman had a good sense of appreciation for things. Proper things like chair turning. Proper appreciation that someone close by didn't seem to appreciate in quite the same manner.

He was about to give said scowling woman a side-grin, when this Eliora's true appreciation was shown. For hats. She stole his hat. Okay, borrowed it. But his hat. It was being touched. And being placed on a head and....

OOOHHHHHH his HAT!!.

It was all he could do not to fidget, make grabby hands or otherwise snatch it back. Normally, he appreciated appreciation for hats. Quite greatly, too. Exceptionally. Hat people were the best people. So this, he should have appreciated it. But, there were a few snag points, lingering in memory mostly, that prevented such enjoyment. One in particular that had a gut wrench he had really wanted to avoid and not deal with tonight. Hence where he was sitting.

Still, Rhydian Blackhold was a master of fake, honest emotions and so, his smile never wavered. He was as good natured as if someone had just given him a new hat. He tilted his head, considered and pursed his lips. "Purple. Definitely purple. Would go better with your... Not hair. Same hair. "Eyes!" That was it. Totally.

But no, truthfully. He was being honest. Purple would have looked much better.

"The style's suiting though, Ms. Dodderidge. Maybe with a few autumn sprigs in. For the season and all."
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