 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz  "Why does that sound impossible?" Plymouth asked, tugging with a little more GRUNT to free her hand. Though, hehe, he was sort of having fun. Felt useful. And her hair smelled good and was that pretty blond color. He wasn't in a REAL rush and this was the best thing that had happened all day so far!
"Can't do much writing without fingers either. Though, hehe, if your hair did eat your fingers I'd volunteer to be your scribe person. And I'd feed your rock and your plant for you."
Plymouth Morgan? He'd take care of a fingerless Jane at work! Sure would!
"You're more of a .... an accidental jester." Again, not unlike Plymouth.
"Do you own a mirror? Taken a look at yourself lately? You're quite the... err... attractive young man?" Why was that a question? Awkward. Awkward. She was NOT perving on him. She wasn't. Much. Sigh.
She wasn't going to remind him that a quick quotes quill was about all she'd need, and generally wasn't going to allow her imagination to take flight and wonder what other things she might, if she were fingerless, employ someone like Plymouth Morgan to do.
"...you'd feed my rock?" And click. Jane suddenly realised where all the random food that had been placed (quite obviously now she thought about it) in... reach? of the rock on her desk more than a few times, had actually come from.
A jester? By accident? Sigh.
"I suppose I am." And she'd look terrible wearing motley too.
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