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As he's walking down the street, a pickpocket's hand dips into his pocket. She's relatively good at it, just, pickpocketing Sherlock Holmes was probably a bad move.
"Now, if a professional like you is too nervous." Sherlock snorts as he grips the girls wrist, stopping her as she's half away with his keys. "You may wish to rethink your actions."
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pencilpremonition replied to your post: There is a knock at the door of Lokis house. Standing outside and looking around guiltily is one sullen teenager. Becca looks up at the door again and fidgets, wondering if this was a good idea at all.
She stares at him awkwardly for a few moments, then reaches out not for a hug but to try to pull his arms around her, carefully positioning them to avoid a section of her back. "...Hi."
He wonders what she is doing when she pulls his arms, but lets her do what she wants without protest. How long had it been? Months was all he knew but precisly how long, he was uncertain. "Hello..." He spoke softly to the girl as he looked down at her with a kind expression.
There is a knock at the door of Loki's house. Standing outside and looking around guiltily is one sullen teenager. Becca looks up at the door again and fidgets, wondering if this was a good idea at all.
He's just put Kylia to bed and has managed to coax Voltstar and that little dragon thing that has no name yet when he hears a knock on the door. The two creatures leave when he wants them too and go to the other egg he has. Waiting to see when and what will hatch from it. While they do that he heads downstairs to answer the door. When he does he is stunned silent for a moment. "...Becca?"
★ [[ NOT that we have RPed any time recently, but hey, you reblogged it from me, so. And what say we get our old game going again or start a new one? I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiss youuuuuuuuuuuuuu. ]]
Loki is worried about Becca as it has been so long since he last seen her. He is worried that there is a chance she is dead. He doesn’t want to be right.
((I know we haven’t at all ;-; We have to sometime okay??? I think a new one would be best cause I can’t even remember who needed to reply next and what entirely was happening now other than the fact Becca was staying at Lokis for a bit. I miss you too *holds* ))
Grell is sauntering along, crossing the bridge, muttering to himself "I'd like to see -him- get his ass out from behind the desk and pull the sort of reaping overtime he keeps sending -me- to do! And I am not even getting paid extra for this! Who does he think he is?!.. I should.." He pauses, glancing to the girl as he passes by, then tilts his head as he peers over her shoulder at the drawing in her hands. He lifts a brow, then tilts his head the other way, trying to figure out what on earth he is seeing. "I am not an art expert or anything, but I am not so sure walruses are supposed to have wheels.."
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The general enjoyed having time off in which to take a walk through the Republic City Central Park, mercifully uncrowded at midday. Except for a certain, strikingly thin artist on the bench. Intrigued, Iroh altered his choice of path through the park to get a closer look at the artist at work. "Excuse me, miss, are you an artist?"
A girl is sitting by the side of a building, paper in her lap. "Portraits for sale!" she calls out, looking at the passers by hopefully.
Kili approached the girl, caught by curiosity "Portraits? Got any work to show for it?" Kili was maybe interested in getting a portrait but wanted to make sure he would actually like it.
