❝ a r t h u r ❞ (
dropkick) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-03-31 01:01 pm
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So, say you're going to a barbecue. What kind of food do you assume's going to be there?
[ They probably should have made a list.
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And actually that audio is still on; Arthur's distracted, busy in fact as the device picks up the roll of four tiny wheels and general chatter of what must be a shop. Then a pause of the wheels... ]
...are you too old for holding hands?
[ He's just paranoid maybe. It's a busy store.
Anyway he gets his answer just a second later, a young girl's voice: ]
I do not think so.
[ Some more grocery background noise as the cart starts rolling again before the girl speaks again ]
Dad, your device is on. [ pause and this time she's obviously speaking into it on purpose, rather than muffled like before ] Poppa, did you want us to bring you anything?
[ Then the device is turned off properly. ]
[ooc: family cursed? family cursed.]

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That would be nice of us.
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If it's not too late.
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How late do you intend to have breakfast?
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[ He doesn't want to wreck her aspirations by informing her that's waking up early for Arthur, who doesn't rise to any alarm unless its a job or a fire alarm, and that breakfast is whenever he moseys his pale arse out of bed. Welp. ]
Breakfast at eleven, zoo at one.
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A good plan.
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