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[RL Thread with Philo - Day 2]

Sep 19, 2007 11:04

The next morning came with a bright sun, peering in through the windows. The rooster had woken rather early, eager to get his chores done. He'd already laid out a rather lush breakfast for Philo whenever she would wake - and by lush, the word here means "enough to feed ten people". He wanted to be extra careful.

As for Panchito himself, he could be ( Read more... )

day 2 with philo

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dragon_scholar September 19 2007, 15:24:00 UTC

It was the music that woke her finally, and she was rather reluctant to leave the bed that had proven just as excellent as she'd felt it was going to be. Still, she rolled herself out of the bed and dressed with quick efficiency. She watched him through the windows for a couple of minutes, intrigued by his homemade irrigation system, and then made her way for the kitchen.

She did not expect the spread laid for her, and for a minute just stood and gaped. Philomel was used to cramming whatever came to hand for breakfast; this was much, much more than that. Of course, she wasn't going to object, and was quick approach and begin to look over what he'd left out for her.

prettypanchito September 19 2007, 15:31:47 UTC

The music would only get louder as he began retrurning home. Though the guitar stopped once he got off the horse, the incredibly loud foreign singing did not. He led the annoyed steed back to it's little shed, and made sure he too had his breakfast.

Panchito hopped onto his porch, and opened the door...

...and poor Philo would hear what his "usual greeting" sounded like.

"BUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOS DIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!"

dragon_scholar September 20 2007, 13:08:45 UTC

Panchito's "usual greeting" about scared the wits right out of Philomel, startling her enough to nearly knock her off her chair. She hopped to her feet to cover it, and moved to lean in the doorway to the kitchen, awaiting her host with a slightly shaky smile on her face.

prettypanchito September 20 2007, 13:59:14 UTC

He smiled up at her as he entered, rather oblivious to the octave his voice had reached."Sleep well, good Philo?" He chirped, giving her a wave and then grabbing a seat, eager to partake in the meal.

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