02-11-2009, 11:19 PM
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Oh God, it was her. Of all people he needed to bother him today, the one curious and confused Phoenix Valley newcomer he didn't want to deal with came frolicking after him. It concerned him how she knew how to find him, but he did suppose he spent a little bit too much time hiding away in the ranch. It was winter; what else was he to do? He found it comfortable to get away from the world for a little while, pull a random book from the library in the other room, and curl up in front of the blazing hearth. But no, that was out of the question when the French girl came a-runnin', and the one-eyed brute audibly groaned and resisted the urge to throw his book across the room. He'd only met her once, and that annoying voice of hers was already enough to spark at his easily sparkable temper.
"Oh yes, madame Whinnie," he replied back in a stupidly whimsical voice, half mocking her accent and dialect before sighing and leaning back in his chair. The book was closed quietly and plopped on the floor. His tone returned to normal shortly thereafter, somewhat amused by his own antics but managing to stifle that enough for business matters. Wait, hadn't he told her to stay out of his way or something? What kind of idiot was she, anyway? "You need something?" He called.