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“Lulu, ja?”
“Tabitha asked me to pass this along.” She held a book out to the blonde, privately still a little amused to have discovered that her protégée had apparently started some sort of book club with one of the cabaret girls.
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Meme: Munday questions! Send me a symbol
✈: five places I'd love to travel
Okay so i'm going to try and keep this to places I haven't been before because I always want to go back. Except Paris. I hate Paris.
In no particular order:
Jerusalem (fingers crossed for this year!)
Cairo
Belgium
Saint Petersburg
Berlin SOON
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"Ah, damn." She cursed softly as the small ladder in her stocking became a huge, irreparable hole. She might as well not bother wearing any stockings, at this point.
"I don't suppose you can be my knight in shining armour, Lulu?" She looked across at the blonde with a half-hearted smile, not really expecting an answer in the affirmative.
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"Lulu, darling - are you busy? Come sit down. There's something that I simply can't get my head around that I need bother you to get the truth for."
"Everything will be better in the morning. It always is."
"You're ever the optimist, Lulu."
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Victor was sitting and sighing. And holding a needle. And sighing some more.
Occasionally he would pick up a chunk of clothing from his lap and stab it with the needle a few times in the hopes that this time it might be effective at repairing the thing, rather than fraying it out to all hell, but it wasn't.
The trouble was that as much as Victor liked to think of himself as a relatively passable seamstress, he was just terrible with wool. Not an ideal position for one with such a love of knitwear, or one with so many holes to repair.
It took him a good few minutes of frustrated noises and grumbling to himself before he decided a change of scene might be in order.
He didn't go far - it's tricky to travel with lots of bits of stuff trailing after you and tiny needles poking you in the palm - but he got to the main dressing room, hoping for company.
And there company was, in the form of Lulu.
