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Looking at the next child in line, MacKenzie gave her a puzzled look when she stated her request. A hug? Was he aloud to give people hugs? Uhh. “I don’t know, sweetie,” the Keeper replied, looking down at the girl standing in front of him. “I do have my own parchment and quill here, so you don’t need to worry about providing those for me. I always come prepared!” Sighing quietly to himself, he quickly jotted down his name on the piece of parchment and handed over his autograph. Rolling his eyes slightly, he bent down to her level as much as he possibly good and wrapped an arm around her for a few seconds. “Oh. You did an all right job commentating, miss,” he added with a wink as he stood back up normally.
Oh, she knew this was going to end terribly even before he spoke. The '
I don't know sweetie' was code for: It ain't happening if I can help it. She used it often. A lot. On Plymouth Morgan nonetheless.
Taking the signed parchment, Daphne stared down at it, blinking repeatedly at the squiggles and odd flourish in Colin MacKenzie's autograph. Yes, she had gotten his autograph as she wanted. But why did she feel--mm disappointed? No. Not quite.
Aaaand there was the half-hearted hug and compliment. An all right job? Oh. Well.
Cheated, she felt cheated.
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"That was NOT HOT, Hot Shot. We are unimpressed with your hugs! You need lessons?" Plymouth, as it were, was a professional hugger.
"That's alright, Plymouth," said the blond, holding her autograph with both hands before her still. "I'm sure Mister MacKenzie meant well." HMPH!
500 GAZILLION POINTS OFF THE COOL LIST!