Pepper didn't think it was weird, in fact, she burst out in hysterics at the explanation. "You were sleeping? My mum used to come and bat me with a rolled up newspaper if I tried to sleep past ten-thirty on weekends, and you slept for eighty-five years?" Once she'd calmed down a bit, she swiped a hand across one eye to collect tears. "That's a really nice nap."
She pointed at him when he gave the next quote, saying, "That's the one. Shakespeare's not a real favorite of mine either, but the Them went through a MacBeth period, an' that was truly horrific. Though we all decided together that Romeo and Juliet was complete rubbish no matter how pretty it sounded." She didn't miss the way he'd almost finished the one sentence. Was that why he'd seemed so down the few times she'd seen him pass by more recently - a fallout with the angel? It had worried her a bit, actually, seeing his expressions go so dark.
"What kind of sword?" she immediately asked. She only had experience with three herself: broadsword, foil and Hollywood single sword. But he was certain to be much better than she was, making her automatically interested. As for Pollack, the image of him spattering paint all over a canvas in suits like the one he was wearing now was enough to provoke more laughter on her part before she went perfectly silent as he told his secret. She smirked. "Oh, you can then? Well fine, I promise not to divulge your great secret in an effort to keep your reputation intact. But you have to tell me when you learned and which dances, or no deal." A little blackmail never hurt anyone when it was for fun, right?
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Date: 2006-11-08 03:35 am (UTC)She pointed at him when he gave the next quote, saying, "That's the one. Shakespeare's not a real favorite of mine either, but the Them went through a MacBeth period, an' that was truly horrific. Though we all decided together that Romeo and Juliet was complete rubbish no matter how pretty it sounded." She didn't miss the way he'd almost finished the one sentence. Was that why he'd seemed so down the few times she'd seen him pass by more recently - a fallout with the angel? It had worried her a bit, actually, seeing his expressions go so dark.
"What kind of sword?" she immediately asked. She only had experience with three herself: broadsword, foil and Hollywood single sword. But he was certain to be much better than she was, making her automatically interested. As for Pollack, the image of him spattering paint all over a canvas in suits like the one he was wearing now was enough to provoke more laughter on her part before she went perfectly silent as he told his secret. She smirked. "Oh, you can then? Well fine, I promise not to divulge your great secret in an effort to keep your reputation intact. But you have to tell me when you learned and which dances, or no deal." A little blackmail never hurt anyone when it was for fun, right?