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MARLOW AND RILEY! :]

Jan 10, 2011 18:07

Bradley summoned some glasses and water, and they rested between him and his two interviewees. "I'm glad you both could make it. I wasn't too sure about that 30 to 37 business day crap," he raised an eyebrow, fighting a small smile ( Read more... )

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marloww January 11 2011, 02:46:38 UTC

She felt slightly uncomfortable. Sitting there in the room, she had her hands clasped in her lap and her back straight as she looked around. The first time they'd done an interview, it was simple and quick. She figured, there wasn't much actually needed from either of them. But now, she felt slightly nervous.

She looked to her left, sparing a glance at Riley before looking back to Bradley.

"Thank you," she told him, though really, they were Riley's friends. Her hand reached for his. "What were the questions you had for us?"

riley_s_od January 11 2011, 02:57:24 UTC

"Yes," Riley drew out the word, nearly hissing at it's end. He sat next to Marlow, arms crossed as he stared at Bradley with his usual cool expression.

"What intrusive inquiries have you thought up to callously disrupt my grieving period?" Riley yawned, "Lets make this quick. The Japanese post had scheduled a photoshoot of yours truly crying over the restaurant's ashes. They really care about my feelings."

bradleys_buzz January 11 2011, 04:41:26 UTC

Brad forced back the want to roll his eyes. He had to be professional, he needed to get together a killer article to secure his spot at the paper.

"A photoshoot?" he asked, his quill already beginning to scribble, "When's that scheduled for? Have they determined the curse that was the source of the fire?"

marloww January 11 2011, 06:50:33 UTC

Marlow wanted to reach out and see exactly what Bradley was writing down on the parchment. Her brows furrowed as she actually snatched Riley's hand from his falsified yawn and squeezed it slightly. Hopefully he would take it as a sign to maybe not say such things in front of a moving quill.

"He's not serious," she told Bradley, shaking her head. "Grief. Makes him a bit funny. Not... funny ha-ha but you know. Um. No, I imagine if they did figure out the cause they certainly wouldn't tell us. And I haven't seen anything in the papers. My dad said-"

She stopped. She had a feeling her father wouldn't want her talking to the Prophet about Ministry dealings. Especially in an open case in the DMLE.

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