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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 19, 2010 8:11:15 GMT -5
"I was never any good with animals. I always end up breaking them in the end. That's why my parents never bought me any,"Freja smiled and lifted her attention up away from the bird and onto Dusty's freckled face.
"But this time I'll try to be different..."Freja suddenly got an idea. True she was never raised under the best of conditions but Freja knew how a basic family worked from playing house with Anactoria all of those times when she was younger and reading stories.
"Tell you what..."Freja told Dusty in a childish tone,"We'll raise the bird together like a happy family. I'll be the mommy and you be the daddy OK? We'll take turns taking care of him, it's only fair since you did help me catch the bird in the first place,right?"
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 19, 2010 8:40:16 GMT -5
A solution provided itself in one of the odder forms she had encountered. Of all the options that had flashed through her mind in between receiving the injured bird and meeting up with Freja outside the shop, playing house with the kooky woman was no where there.
But....it seemed like the best possible idea. Even Freja admitted that she wasn't the most capable of pet-owners.
"Sure..." she said a smile popping up on her own face, "Sounds like plan."
And what an appropriate feeling. The whole while, it seemed like Dusty was attempting to appeal to an older sibling who had found some small animal to torment. They even had a small animal that needed some rescuing.
"So, uh, who get's 'im first?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 19, 2010 8:56:28 GMT -5
"You take care of it for today,"Freja smiled. She thought it'd be a bit weird to come home to Anactoria with a broken bird, Anactoria would only begin to ask questions. And Freja wasn't very good at answering questions, particularly ones about injured animals.
"I'll meet up with you here tomorrow afternoon,OK?"Freja winked and waved. "Bye,oh and come up with names OK!?"Freja called out over her shoulder as she turned around and ran off, her hand was seen waving to Dusty in the distance and for a moment it looked like she ran into a pole and fell down,but she immediately picked herself back up and took off running again.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 19, 2010 9:23:48 GMT -5
"Dusty, ol' gal, what've ya gotten yourself into this time?" the detective muttered to herself, after watching Freja's collision with the pole and then disappear around one of the many street corners.
Looking down at the bird, she smirked a little, "Well, you seemed to've lucked out." she said, "Alright fella, I may not have a castle, but it oughtta do."
She turned and headed off in the opposite direction.
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