Been busy last night, just to please you folks!(honestly, my muse tied me to the desk and
threatened to cut off my sugar and milk supply, so I had little choice)
One thing, though: Please R&R
Laying plans
Stu eyed the stocky, short guy in front of him warily.
"Would you repeat that again sir, so I can be sure, I understood you correctly:
You want me to wrap *your* flowers in one of *our* wrapping papers, and then
deliver it to this address?"
In his five years as florist he had seen many a weird customer and accomplished plenty of
bizarre orders, but this was something new, even to him.
His opposite was nodding frantically, and the smile he gave was, although genuine, rather
unsettling.
"That's right, and I'm even ready ta pay the usual price, if ya can assure me, it gets there in
time!" replied Logan, who had a hard time, not to break into a feral grin.
Shrugging his shoulders, the vendor cashed in the money, handed Logan his receipt and
confirmed his delivery for 8.30.pm.
Stepping out of the flower shop, Wolverine rubbed his hands contentedly.
Now for Jubilee's little surprise.
Throwing his head back, he laughed daring, drawing several concerned glances from the
shoppers passing by.
Meanwhile at the boat house, in the overcrowded living room, Bobby wiggled around
uncomfortably, before asking:
"Think it's save now?"
Gambit shrugged his shoulders.
"Don' know, mebbe ya won' t' check?"
"Hey, I'm immature, not suicidal!" stated Bobby, giving the Cajun the finger.
"Sides, *we* didn't do anything, so I guess, we can leave now."
Hank, cocking his head, added:
"I assume, Robert is correct, for I belief, I heard our local feral going astray with Scott's
preferred vehicle."
"What?!?" yelled Cyclops, shooting up from his chair, "why didn't you stop him?"
Everyone turned to look at him, and he recoiled.
"Oh, Yeah. Right."
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threatened to cut off my sugar and milk supply, so I had little choice)
One thing, though: Please R&R
Laying plans
Stu eyed the stocky, short guy in front of him warily.
"Would you repeat that again sir, so I can be sure, I understood you correctly:
You want me to wrap *your* flowers in one of *our* wrapping papers, and then
deliver it to this address?"
In his five years as florist he had seen many a weird customer and accomplished plenty of
bizarre orders, but this was something new, even to him.
His opposite was nodding frantically, and the smile he gave was, although genuine, rather
unsettling.
"That's right, and I'm even ready ta pay the usual price, if ya can assure me, it gets there in
time!" replied Logan, who had a hard time, not to break into a feral grin.
Shrugging his shoulders, the vendor cashed in the money, handed Logan his receipt and
confirmed his delivery for 8.30.pm.
Stepping out of the flower shop, Wolverine rubbed his hands contentedly.
Now for Jubilee's little surprise.
Throwing his head back, he laughed daring, drawing several concerned glances from the
shoppers passing by.
Meanwhile at the boat house, in the overcrowded living room, Bobby wiggled around
uncomfortably, before asking:
"Think it's save now?"
Gambit shrugged his shoulders.
"Don' know, mebbe ya won' t' check?"
"Hey, I'm immature, not suicidal!" stated Bobby, giving the Cajun the finger.
"Sides, *we* didn't do anything, so I guess, we can leave now."
Hank, cocking his head, added:
"I assume, Robert is correct, for I belief, I heard our local feral going astray with Scott's
preferred vehicle."
"What?!?" yelled Cyclops, shooting up from his chair, "why didn't you stop him?"
Everyone turned to look at him, and he recoiled.
"Oh, Yeah. Right."
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Now, you're not yet done, just keep reading!