Re: [L-12, 23 oc] A Damp Arrival at the Black Dove [open]
She had somehow wound up on her knees, hands cupped over her mouth as laughter spilled through the cracks in her fingers. She wiped her eyes and giggled some more, Chucko? Chucko?! That set her off laughing harder again. The golly man didn’t look like he much enjoyed the name, which made it just that much funnier.
Charlie Ewing wrote:
"I'm sure they like me better than you, filthy little half-breed."
Her giggles slowed when the man spoke, and she wiped her eyes again as she tried to speak.
"Oh?" she asked. "If that’s true then they sure don' show it, kov!" she laughed again as he started digging through his pockets.
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