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Priestly was even bouncier than usual today, taking up space in the sub shop like a giant hyper active ferret.
His cheer was contagious. It even got Trucker grinning, and he'd dealt with early morning crappy waves. Everyone was just pleased to see him look so happy.
Well, except Mr. Julius. Mr. Julius was rolling his eyes every five minutes. Especially once Priestly started trying to rearrange the pots hanging over the stove for "more optimal flow".
[ooc: for one in particular, hurray!]
His cheer was contagious. It even got Trucker grinning, and he'd dealt with early morning crappy waves. Everyone was just pleased to see him look so happy.
Well, except Mr. Julius. Mr. Julius was rolling his eyes every five minutes. Especially once Priestly started trying to rearrange the pots hanging over the stove for "more optimal flow".
[ooc: for one in particular, hurray!]
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27/8/10 21:36 (UTC)"I think he hired me for my hair," Priestly decided.
"That was definitely a factor."
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27/8/10 21:43 (UTC)"You still have the best hair. Nobody showed up to challenge you for that title back at school." A little stab of homesickness. "We'll see if anyone in Gotham's acquired fashion sense since last June when I go back."
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27/8/10 21:57 (UTC)Priestly snorted. "Jen, if the fashion police locked people up, we'd all be in jail."
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27/8/10 22:09 (UTC)Jen smacked him with a dish cloth.
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27/8/10 23:29 (UTC)"I'm a master with a microwave," she said. Priestly winced.
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28/8/10 00:41 (UTC)This promised to be an interesting exercise in futility.
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28/8/10 03:34 (UTC)Priestly snickered, put the finishing touches on Dinah's sandwich, and slid it over to her, smirking.
"Pizza's fine."
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28/8/10 04:53 (UTC)"Well, private school didn't do anything to his imagination," Mr Julius said.
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