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[mutedpoint]

It's time I returned this, yes?

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

You found it!

[ She smiled brightly, taking the sketchpad from him. Quickly flipping through it page by page. ]

Where was it?

[mutedpoint]

I almost shredded it with the rest of the files.

*A look, indicating that he thinks she should be more careful.*

At least I saw it in time.

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[ Yes, she knows what you are getting at with that look, Arthur, she is just choosing to ignore it.

Flipping through the pages, she stops on the facade of a museum, a fond smile spreading across her face as she looks at it. (She was hoping this design was in here.)

Mumbling: ] I set it down when I was working on finals and lost track of it.

[ An appreciative smile. ] Thank you.

[mutedpoint]

Try not to make it a habit.

*He shouldn't have to go through papers that no longer have a use. (Though he still will, just in case)*

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[ He will always be one to sort through old papers - she'd think something was wrong if he didn't.

Dryly: ] I'll try - can't promise you anything though.

[ Brow arched in curiosity. ] So why were you shredding the files now?

[mutedpoint]

*A frown, he doesn't sigh, but barely. He can't stand incompetence.*

Believe it or not, these were kept with a bin that was lost in transit.

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[ She cant help but mimic his frown slightly, as she furrows her brow looking at him in question. ]

In transit to where - by who?

She wants to cuddle him and dance with him FOREVER. TIME PARADOX - it happens.

[malloriemiles]

Oui, merci, ma chérie!

[ She takes the scarf from him with a smile. ]

Come in for tea or coffee?

If he can fuss over her in his own way! :)

[mutedpoint]

Anytime.

If it's quick. There's a meeting I have to get to in an hour.

And traffic at this time is terrible.

She is completely okay with this! :)

[malloriemiles]

Luckily, the tea is steeping now. So, not much longer.

[ She smiles and ushers him inside before shutting the door and leads him into the kitchen. ]

A new job?

[ Sets down the scarf and walks over to the cupboard. ]

Cup or to-go cup, cher?

Sweetness.

[mutedpoint]

*He leaves his shoes by the door before going further into the house.*

The beginnings of one. Laying out the ground work.

To-go would be best, thank you.

<3

[malloriemiles]

[ She nods and removes a to-go cup from the cupboard then brings her cup and the to-go cup over to the island where the pot of tea sat steeping. Mal smiles. ]

That is exciting! What is the job? Something fascinating, I hope.

♥ And gonna stop tagging for the night. Good night!

[mutedpoint]

Nothing terribly complex. *Though every job has it's own set of problems.

He was looking at some of the photographs she and Dom have hung up, making a circuit of the room. Turning back to face her, he signs.*

A studio wants to make sure one of their creative directors can deliver on the script she'd promised them. The way she's been spinning it, it's going to be the next space opera.

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

You found it!

[ She smiled brightly, taking the sketchpad from him. Quickly flipping through it page by page. ]

Where was it?

[mutedpoint]

I almost shredded it with the rest of the files.

*A look, indicating that he thinks she should be more careful.*

At least I saw it in time.

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[ Yes, she knows what you are getting at with that look, Arthur, she is just choosing to ignore it.

Flipping through the pages, she stops on the facade of a museum, a fond smile spreading across her face as she looks at it. (She was hoping this design was in here.)

Mumbling: ] I set it down when I was working on finals and lost track of it.

[ An appreciative smile. ] Thank you.

[mutedpoint]

Try not to make it a habit.

*He shouldn't have to go through papers that no longer have a use. (Though he still will, just in case)*

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[ He will always be one to sort through old papers - she'd think something was wrong if he didn't.

Dryly: ] I'll try - can't promise you anything though.

[ Brow arched in curiosity. ] So why were you shredding the files now?

[mutedpoint]

*A frown, he doesn't sigh, but barely. He can't stand incompetence.*

Believe it or not, these were kept with a bin that was lost in transit.

She wants to cuddle him and dance with him FOREVER. TIME PARADOX - it happens.

[malloriemiles]

Oui, merci, ma chérie!

[ She takes the scarf from him with a smile. ]

Come in for tea or coffee?

If he can fuss over her in his own way! :)

[mutedpoint]

Anytime.

If it's quick. There's a meeting I have to get to in an hour.

And traffic at this time is terrible.

She is completely okay with this! :)

[malloriemiles]

Luckily, the tea is steeping now. So, not much longer.

[ She smiles and ushers him inside before shutting the door and leads him into the kitchen. ]

A new job?

[ Sets down the scarf and walks over to the cupboard. ]

Cup or to-go cup, cher?

Sweetness.

[mutedpoint]

*He leaves his shoes by the door before going further into the house.*

The beginnings of one. Laying out the ground work.

To-go would be best, thank you.

<3

[malloriemiles]

[ She nods and removes a to-go cup from the cupboard then brings her cup and the to-go cup over to the island where the pot of tea sat steeping. Mal smiles. ]

That is exciting! What is the job? Something fascinating, I hope.

♥ And gonna stop tagging for the night. Good night!

[mutedpoint]

Nothing terribly complex. *Though every job has it's own set of problems.

He was looking at some of the photographs she and Dom have hung up, making a circuit of the room. Turning back to face her, he signs.*

A studio wants to make sure one of their creative directors can deliver on the script she'd promised them. The way she's been spinning it, it's going to be the next space opera.