[ He grabs a bottle from the reserves beneath his bed (can't have his siblings depleting all his resources now, can he?), pausing only to take a quick swig before popping over to her flat with a small crack. He doesn't bother with knocking. ]
I've a delivery for one lovely little lady named Lucy.
[ Once the door's open wide enough, he wraps an arm around her waist to hold her up. He isn't exactly certain that she'll fall, but he's not taking a chance here. Still, he's smiling lightly. ]
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I've a delivery for one lovely little lady named Lucy.
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My hero.
[It's said in an overly thick Southern accent with a little bit of swooning, the back of her hand against her forehead.]
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[ Once the door's open wide enough, he wraps an arm around her waist to hold her up. He isn't exactly certain that she'll fall, but he's not taking a chance here. Still, he's smiling lightly. ]
Gotten started without me, have you?
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The martinis just looked so lonely and the olives were begging me to eat them.
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And who are we to deny them that? C'mon, you.
[ He'll carry her back into the flat if he has to. ]
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Take me away, o' knight of mine!
[She wouldn't mind. She's kind of in the groove of the whole Southern Belle thing right now.]