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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 6, 2003 21:46:01 GMT -4
Henry wasn't sure who 'Sean' might be.
"He is an.....uncle? Cousin?", he inquired.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 6, 2003 21:50:58 GMT -4
"Mother's boyfriend," Christine said through clenched teeth. "Sean Cassidy of Cassidy Keep in Ireland. I don't know what she sees in that screamin' Banshee."
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 6, 2003 22:13:15 GMT -4
Henry chuckled and his face lit with a grin. "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." he quoted*. OOC: * William Shakespeare again.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 6, 2003 22:14:56 GMT -4
"Love may be blind, but I'm beginnin' ta wonder if it's deaf as well. You never want to get into a screamin' match wit' the man, he'll kill yer ears." Her brogue was coming back - darn. She had tried so hard to keep it out.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 7, 2003 0:03:19 GMT -4
"I see", Henry said - trying to put together what she was saying by filling in the blanks of what she was not. "I will try to keep that in mind, as my ears have become substantially more sensitive."
After a moment he asked, "And 'screamin' matches' with Sean are something you're accustomed to?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 7, 2003 0:08:36 GMT -4
"Aye, sad enough. A Scot an' Irishman in a confined space doesnae make a bonnie picture," she said. "We've hud yellin' matches abit varioos things - sic' as ower tha fact 'at he sometimes comes ower reekin aff his rocker."
1) doesn't; pretty 2) We've had yelling matches about various things - such as over the fact that he sometimes comes over drunk off his rocker.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 7, 2003 0:30:14 GMT -4
"Then perhaps it is better for you both", Henry answered, "that you have taken residence here."
"Others, too. ", he said after a moment. "I'm certain your mother takes relief from avoiding such conflict", he pointed out, "and I am also certain that we are better off for having you here."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 7, 2003 0:36:24 GMT -4
Christine nodded ever so slightly. "Ye huv a point, but eh'd loch tae be able tae vist 'er withit heem bein' aroond. It used tae be jist tha tois ay us an' 'en he cam." She bit her lower lip and frowned. "Ah main soond childish. Ah ken Ah shoods be canty fur 'er but..."
1) You have a point, but I'd like to be able to vist her without him being around. It used to be just the two of us and then he came. 2) I must sound childish. I know I should be happy for her but...
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 7, 2003 9:24:20 GMT -4
"Changes can sometimes be difficult to become accustomed to.", Henry said, looking down at the table. He sat for just a moment, lost in his thoughts. As he did, he withdrew the arm he had placed as a comfort around Christine's shoulder and laid his hands before him on the table. He turned them absently, staring at them. Apelike? Catlike? As with the rest of his altered physiology they displayed characteristics of both.
"Especially," he continued, "when those changes mean the loss of something we valued."
When he spoke again - he did not move. It was almost as if his thoughts took all the energy he could muster - and he sat motionless. Only his deep blue eyes moved to look at her. "I don't think you sound childish, Christine.", he said softly.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 7, 2003 9:30:14 GMT -4
Christine smiled faintly. "Thenk ye fur cheerin' me up loch 'at," she chirped. She withdrew a pen and used it to poke her biology book. "Wa canny thes mince be easier tae remember? Ah raither play wi' Mendelian genetic squares 'en div thes."
1) Thank you for cheering me up like that 2) Why can't this stuff be easier to remember? I rather play with Mendelian genetic squares then do this
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 8, 2003 2:13:50 GMT -4
Henry glanced at her Biology book. He smiled a little.
"Sometimes, you have to eat your vegetables in order to get to your dessert.", he said by way of explanation.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 8, 2003 8:30:14 GMT -4
Christine wrinkled her nose ever so slightly. "Meh," she muttered and tried to force herself to study biology. She rather wished this homework was for her genetics class she took in secret at the local college - she *knew* that stuff.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 9, 2003 0:21:31 GMT -4
"If there is something I can do that may help you with your studies", Henry offered after a moment, "let me know and I will do what I can."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 9, 2003 0:26:18 GMT -4
"Thank ye," Christine chirped, smiling. "I'll be sure ta stop by when ya donnae have a class and ask my questions then."
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Post by Hank McCoy on Nov 9, 2003 0:37:04 GMT -4
"Wonderful", he replied. "I look forward to that."
"If there's nothing else I can help with, perhaps I should try to make my way back to the lab.", he said - not looking forward to navigating the rest of the library.
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