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Post by Sara Caid on Feb 3, 2008 17:19:59 GMT -5
Speaking of fetching things, it was about then that Sara's eyes fell on a little scrap of paper on the table by the cupboard. Once again wiping her hands on the cloth of her apron, to be sure they were completely dry, she took the few steps to it before grasping the paper in her fingers Glancing it over, she hesitated before turning towards Seamus and her brother. Honestly, she didn't know if the hand read and seeing as how she read and wrote little enough, she read it first.
"Seamus, d'ya think ya'd mind takin' a break and headin' inta town fer me, tomorrow? I need some thin's from the store."
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Post by Seamus Doherty on Feb 3, 2008 17:35:21 GMT -5
Predictably, he seized the opportunity, but outwardly he didn't brighten as much as he did inwardly. "No' a problem," he said amiably. "What is it yeh're needin'?" He didn't hold out his hand for the list just yet; it wouldn't do him any good unless someone went over it with him. If he was told what each word was he could use the shapes to remember when he needed to tomorrow. Otherwise it was just a bit of paper.
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Post by Sara Caid on Feb 3, 2008 18:00:09 GMT -5
She watched as Lukas settled into a seat, looking a bit 'under the weather' as he settled his head into his hands. Perhaps the heat was getting to him. Her brow furrowed in a rare show of concern before her attention was caught by Seamus' amiable reply.
Turning her lips up in a slow, easy smile, she glanced down at the paper and the scraggly penmenship. "Nails, rope, and anythin' else ya boys think ya need out there." She frowned at the list before grabbing her writing desk from the shelf. Opening it up to retrieve the bit of graphite that was in there, she scribbled something else at the bottom, "'nd some flour." With that, she leaned over the desk from her previous seat to hand him the scrap.
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Post by Seamus Doherty on Feb 3, 2008 19:42:41 GMT -5
He slid from the stool and stood for a moment to take the list, chewing on his lip pensively as he looked at it and sinking back into his seat. "Nails, rope, flour... got it." He guessed which word was which by the extremely crude notion of the alphabet he possessed. Flour, that was easy because she'd written it last. He folded up the paper and put his hands in his pockets, then looked at Lukas. Hm, he didn't look so good. "Yeh need anyt'ing, while I'm there?"
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Post by Luke Lassetter on Feb 3, 2008 22:20:12 GMT -5
The man ran his hands through his hair roughly, more of mussing it than just running his fingers through the dirty blonde locks (dirty in more than one way!) He looked up when Seamus spoke, running his hands down his cheeks before he shook his head and stood. His boots were heavy on the wooden plank floor as he plodded towards the door and took his hat from the peg. There were chores to be done.
"Nothin' fer me, Seamus. I'll be pickin' up s'more whiskey m'self tomorrow."
And with that he stomped out the door, putting his hat over his head and trudging back into the sunlight.
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Post by Sara Caid on Feb 3, 2008 22:23:34 GMT -5
Sara watched her older brother stand and leave the house, listening to the sounds of his boots first on the front step and then through the dusty track outside. Sounded like he was headed towards the sheds to help with the mending. Her eyes darted towards Seamus with a mischevious smile that barely hid her concern, "I don' know if I c'n claim that mood swing entirely. No matter how hard I tried."
Folding up the desk, she set the little wooden box back on the shelf and strode over to the pitcher to pour herself a glass. "Would you care for some water, Seamus?"
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Post by Seamus Doherty on Feb 4, 2008 0:36:37 GMT -5
He almost felt guilty to be avoiding doing work while Lukas went back out -- almost. He always did what he was asked, and if he'd been wanted badly outside, someone would have asked. Meanwhile, he simply enjoyed his extended break. "Aye, that'd be nice," he said to the offer of water. "T'anks very much."
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