"Hey, You want to see what it is that I do?" Hourman looks up from his desk at home, after pouring over a few stacks of papers, and cracking his joints
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Jennie looks up from where she's curled in a chair, book propped on one knee.
"And what if I like you as a stuffed shirt? What then?" She'd taken the opportunity of a couple of free hours to catch up on her reading, enjoying the quiet.
The book gets laid aside, and she allows him to pull her up and out of the chair.
"Please...you'd go bonkers being a hot, green gal to a corporate pirate. Or something like that." He takes one of his notepads, and two technical-looking pens.
"Don't worry. I'm doing the travel thing to. You can ring up though. Might be worth keeping on you." Hourman glances around the room. "Did I forget anything here...nah, I can grab at the office."
"Nah, its a pretty informal type of place. I think you'll be surprised." He taps onto a calculator, before twisting backwards on his closet door handle. "I'd say through the looking glass, but...we haven't worked that path out yet."
The door opens, flashing a bright light, and gives off a low, violet hue.
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"And what if I like you as a stuffed shirt? What then?" She'd taken the opportunity of a couple of free hours to catch up on her reading, enjoying the quiet.
The book gets laid aside, and she allows him to pull her up and out of the chair.
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"Don't worry. I'm doing the travel thing to. You can ring up though. Might be worth keeping on you." Hourman glances around the room. "Did I forget anything here...nah, I can grab at the office."
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"Should I change first?"
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The door opens, flashing a bright light, and gives off a low, violet hue.
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