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SlytherinSistah · 08-25-2016, 01:23 AM

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Originally Posted by Tegz

That...... Elsdon was pretty sure, was not English. He figured out that the Cutty Mordaunt part was probably the boy's name, but other than that, Elsdon kind of mouthed a sotto voce repetition of the sounds, trying to fit the vowels to his own understanding, because honestly, what was this about operating on turkeys? On thursdays?

Weyrrrrrkkk? Werrrk. WERK. Work!!!

Skuuuuuuwell. Skooooowal. Skooooool. School!

turkey op? Turk eeeop. Tur. Key. Op.

Nope still not getting anywhere there. But generally the gist was this Cutty fella worked on the trade floor (good, because that was the best area to be working in Elsdon's non-biased opinion), he went to school and needed Thursdays off to learn how to operate on turkeys...? That last part Elsdon couldn't quite figure what had to do with working at Gringotts but each to their own.

"Sure. Sweet as. Thursdays. No worries. Can you stick something in writing on my desk? That would be epic."

Blimey.

That was weird.

The mouthing thing Cutty observed for a shy moment as he informed his new boss of his new school hours. The monkey-like young man felt the corners of his mouth tugging...and tugging ever upward. And he fought them. FOUGHT them to keep from giving way to a complete laugh for he found this trait as well as his own perplexedness at it very interesting. What did it mean?

He was wearing a mellow grin by the time the Bossman had told him to leave him a note. "Yeh. Yeh, alright. I'll leave yer an epic note."

Just how Cutty would interpret epic would be anyone's guess. But a note was going to happen.

08-25-2016, 01:23 AM	#8 (permalink)
SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz That...... Elsdon was pretty sure, was not English. He figured out that the Cutty Mordaunt part was probably the boy's name, but other than that, Elsdon kind of mouthed a sotto voce repetition of the sounds, trying to fit the vowels to his own understanding, because honestly, what was this about operating on turkeys? On thursdays? Weyrrrrrkkk? Werrrk. WERK. Work!!! Skuuuuuuwell. Skooooowal. Skooooool. School! turkey op? Turk eeeop. Tur. Key. Op. Nope still not getting anywhere there. But generally the gist was this Cutty fella worked on the trade floor (good, because that was the best area to be working in Elsdon's non-biased opinion), he went to school and needed Thursdays off to learn how to operate on turkeys...? That last part Elsdon couldn't quite figure what had to do with working at Gringotts but each to their own. "Sure. Sweet as. Thursdays. No worries. Can you stick something in writing on my desk? That would be epic." Blimey. That was weird. The mouthing thing Cutty observed for a shy moment as he informed his new boss of his new school hours. The monkey-like young man felt the corners of his mouth tugging...and tugging ever upward. And he fought them. FOUGHT them to keep from giving way to a complete laugh for he found this trait as well as his own perplexedness at it very interesting. What did it mean? He was wearing a mellow grin by the time the Bossman had told him to leave him a note. "Yeh. Yeh, alright. I'll leave yer an epic note." Just how Cutty would interpret epic would be anyone's guess. But a note was going to happen. __________________