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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 1:20:01 GMT -5
"I see....." He stood up, moved closer and hugged her tight. "Mythic.... I had no idea how much you enjoyed working for me.... to think that you would pass up this opportunity.... just to stay... you truly are my greatest friend."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 1:23:13 GMT -5
She blushs heavily, "T-thank you Type..." hugs him lightly back, hoping that was the end of the discussion.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 1:29:26 GMT -5
He lets go of her, and looses a sigh of relief, "Well, now that's out of the way, I believe we should finish our breakfast and do a little cleaning up. Silver will be here in about an hour."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 1:33:12 GMT -5
She nods, "Right!" attempts to grab the letter to dispose of planning on getting rid of it as well.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 1:34:38 GMT -5
He returns to his oatmeal. "Seriously Mythic. You Organize. You do illusions. AND you cook. Pick a talent already!"He laughed out loud.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 1:35:54 GMT -5
(ooc: xD, was kind of hoping he would force her to take it anyway xD)
She blushs a bit, "I-its actually from the kitchen staff... b-but thank you sir," walks over to the trashcan, dropping the letter in it then returning to her meal.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 1:37:51 GMT -5
(He would never. Type's too nice to force anything. Plus, he really would be hopeless without her!)
"Kitchen staff.... that... makes more sense...."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 2:09:58 GMT -5
She giggles a bit, "Type, you really are silly sometimes..." she says outloud, then blushs, "S-sorry, Mr. Type...." she corrects herself.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 2:12:37 GMT -5
"No, no... Type is perfectly fine, my friend."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 2:43:03 GMT -5
Blushing, nods, small victory it seemed, "A-alright T-type..."
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 2:57:19 GMT -5
"Good. Now, why don't you and your clones handle the east wing, and I'll spruce up the west wing, yes?" He walked off to clean.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 3:11:48 GMT -5
Smiles wide, "Yes Type!!" Happily bounces off with her small victory, it had taken a long time to be able to comfertably call him that, and now she was allowed to, she calls her clones and gets to cleaning.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 3:14:40 GMT -5
"Well... she's peppy today."
'Caw!'
"What? No no, don't be silly, Munin." With that, he began cleaning, but Munin flew off after Mythic, perching on her back.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 4:46:15 GMT -5
The Prime smiles, looking up at Munin, "Hello Munin, such a pretty bird," she says in a soothing tone as she magicaly works with her clones, "I really wish I could understand you like Type does..."
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 11:06:50 GMT -5
Munin cooed softly and moved back on Mythic, staring at her Cutie Mark.
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