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[dealing_death]

Shit. [Broken heel in her hand.]

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[hired_for_m]

That's unfortunate.

[dealing_death]

Would you hold this please? [She held out the broken shoe while she worked the other one off of her foot.]

[hired_for_m]

Of course. [He accepts the shoe and waits patiently while she takes off the other] You didn't turn your ankle when it broke, did you?

[dealing_death]

Only a little. [She glanced back at the broken sidewalk that had claimed her shoe. With an angry scowl she snapped the heel off of the other shoe and wiggled her foot back in.] That'll do for now.

[wildlittleminx]

You know, I saw a shoe store a couple blocks back that-a-way. [points]

[dealing_death]

Encouraging me to shoe shop? How devious.

[hired_for_m]

You could wear flat shoes, and this wouldn't happen. And more practical for running for the cab.

[wildlittleminx]

Someone's got do it, and I don't see anyone else around here who has a better reason to shop for shoes right now.

Besides, walking like that'll give you blisters.

[prankish]

Inferior construction?

[dealing_death]

Crack in the side walk.

[prankish]

Those can be nasty.

[dealing_death]

[She held up her broken Louboutin frowned.] Indeed it can.

[prankish]

The poor thing. Is there anything you can do for it?

[dealing_death]

I'm afraid not.

[prankish]

Do the humane thing; put it out of its misery.

[dealing_death]

I can't. I do love that shoe. Help?

[prankish]

Unfortunately, I'm terrible at shoe repair. I'd suggest a professional.

[dealing_death]

I thought we were putting it out of it's misery?

[prankish]

You just said you couldn't?

[dealing_death]

But you can. [She held the shoe out to him.]

[prankish]

Oh, I see. Hand it over. [He extends a hand, waiting.]

guh! loki!

[dealing_death]

[She hands him the shoe.] Do your worst.

Re: guh! loki!

[prankish]

[He accepts it into his care as one might an angry tarantual; held between thumb and index finger, and carried over to one of the trashcans littering the sidewalk every half block. There is a brief moment of silence for its demise - then down into the bin it goes.]

There. May your memories be happy ones.

[dealing_death]

[She watched him as he moved, her dark eyes intrigued.]

Indeed they will be.

[prankish]

[He walks the same as any man - one foot in front of the other.]

That is all you can ask of your footwear.

[dealing_death]

It is. Thank you. Goodnight.

[prankish]

Goodnight, madam.