[maryann-maiden]

Well there must have been positive. Where did you travel to?

[gaston-legumes]

Oh, not too far but far enough.

[gaston-legumes]

Turns out I hate business trips as much as business meetings. Go figure.

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{Sighing, Belle lessened the pressure on Gaston’s hands, still rubbing small circles all over them.} I suppose that’s what I get for being a librarian; strong hand muscles. 

[gaston-legumes]

Yeah, but I think I can hand-le it. ***Gaston chuckles***

[oldtalesandy-blog]

thanks sir! [chuckles] anything else i can help you with!?

[gaston-legumes]

Nope, not really. Unless you've got something for me.

[gaston-legumes]

***Gaston takes a look at your characters handy work and smiles with a nod*** Not too bad junior.

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Roses? {She gave a small huff of laughter, rubbing Gaston’s hand with her thumb.} I can’t wait to try it. 

[gaston-legumes]

It's probably not as great as it's chalked up to be but we can always give it a try. It wouldn't hurt.

[belle-reader-deactivated2014110]

  It’s a hand massage, not a back rub. Besides, you have a lot of tension in your fingers; they need to be pressed harder.

[gaston-legumes]

Sure, whatever you say, just please make it a little softer. It's like your wringing the life out of my hands. When on earth did you get so strong? I kinda like it.

[gaston-legumes]

Ooooh, a little softer there.

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{She clamped her lips together and nodded, reaching her hand out to grab Gaston’s as she waited. The urge to fall asleep was growing faster by the minute, but if Gaston told her to stay awake then she had to.} Talk to me. Tell me about your day. Just keep my mind off of this.

[gaston-legumes]

My day.. my day... ***Gaston had completely forgotten about his day in the stream of events that took him away from the tavern. Thinking about it for a moment he could only come up with a few things*** Well I ordered new alcohol for the tavern, it should be here by Thursday. I found one especially for you.. something about roses I think. I don't know, it sounded like you'd like it.

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I love you Gaston. Thank you for everything.

[gaston-legumes]

Belle there is no need to thank me. I love you and I'm going to be here for you, alright? Now just lay still so the doctor can make sure you are alright.

[monika-writer-maybe]

Mm.. yeah. I’d take care of it if I really wanted to spend days tracking down somebody. *she sits his drink beside him and bends over the counter, resting her elbows there* You should let off some steam. Wanna do somethin’ fun or whatever?

[gaston-legumes]

I'm sure you'd be pretty decent at tracking somebody down. You're pretty good at manipulating people from what I've heard. ***Gaston rolled his tongue over his teeth taking his drink not bothering to look up*** Something fun? Why on earth would I do something fun with you let alone what would we even do?

[monika-writer-maybe]

“Lovely. Hope you like rum and coke. Unless you want something else, then, just give me a shout,” Ursula murmurs, still listening as she wanders over to the kitchen. “Police don’t ever get anything done. You should know that.”

[gaston-legumes]

That'll do. Believe me, I'm learning that the hard way. Besides I can't take care of business myself having the tavern to run and keep an eye on Belle it just won't fit in my schedule at the moment.

[monika-writer-maybe]

Ursula tilts her head slightly at Gaston. “Hey honeybun. You look stressed. Can I get you anything? Who are you talking to?” she asked, smiling a little.

[gaston-legumes]

Usually I'd say no simply because of the fact it is you we are talking about here but after the recent events I think I'll take something to drink. What? Oh just the police department about the report I put into them. Turns out they've got nothing yet.

[gaston-legumes]

Oh really? You don't say?

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Ok… {she burrows into Gaston, keeping the rag close to her stomach.} Gaston, I’m so tired.

[gaston-legumes]

Don't go to sleep just yet. We need to have the doctor take a look at you alright? ***Gaston entered the office and went straight to the first room and set her on the table*** You're going to be just fine babe, just fine. Don't you worry.

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Why did they do this? What did I do wrong Gaston?

[gaston-legumes]

Babe I don't know but we are going to figure it out, okay? ***Gaston continued towards the doctors office***

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 {Belle grabbed Gaston’s forearm in both hands, letting out a shriek of pain at the contact of the rag and her wound.}

[gaston-legumes]

***Turning back to her he tried to keep her calm.*** Babe, we're going to get the doctor to look at it, alright? Everything's going to be fine here in a little. ***Gaston picked her up as best as he could without hurting her and turned to one of his employees*** Found out who did this. I need to know, now! ***Almost yelling the last part he started to walk out of the tavern and towards the office a short distance away***