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“Okay, if you ever want this to get done, you should probably try actually holding still. You’re honestly making this less and less worth my time.” Eliza snapped, her eyes flickering from her work to the person on the couch in front of her. Her eyes slowly fluttered back to the canvas with a deep sigh. “Besides, it’s not like you’re sitting on one of those stupid stools. I let you have the couch so you would be comfortable. Stop being a nuisance and let me hone my talent.”
“If they want it to have a air of Beatrix Potter about it then I’m more than happy to do that, but there aren’t any actual animals in this story so I’m really quite confused.” Katherine mumbled to herself as she flicked through a bound manuscript that was gently held in her hands. A new book had just landed in her lap for illustrations, but she wasn’t really sure how to tackle it so it was getting a little overwhelming. “I really don’t know what they want.” She looked up at the person sitting across from her with panic in her eyes. “Do they want me to put a lot of animals in the background?”
“Come out ye Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders!”
Violet rhythmically hit the bar top, leading the spontaneous (and mostly drunken) Irish chorus.
“Tell her how the IRA
Made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes
Of Killashandra!”
The real kicker here was that she wasn’t even drunk, or tipsy, she just got to talking to some older gents which lead to a conversation about the IRA which had lead to this.
‘ today i discovered that it takes three - hundred and sixty - four licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop, ’ marianne declares with an impish touch of pride , lips stained cherry red . ‘ there is my grand achievement of the day ! ’
“It’s really not fair how tacky they make you look when you have a normal job. If I were you, I would be suing them for a fashion crime, and that’s coming from someone that doesn’t give two fucks about fashion.” Eliza said with a shrug, hoping against hope that the person she was speaking to was actually wearing a uniform at all and didn’t dress like that willingly.
My Stella starter isn’t showing up in the tags just yet so you can find it HERE if you fancy interacting with her :)
“Hi, this is probably a really weird thing to ask but I’m already doing it for a bunch of other people that can’t or don’t want to do it themselves, so I was just wondering if you needed any help decorating for Christmas?” Noel stood at the door with a smile, realizing but not caring about how weird and unusual what he was doing probably was. “I swear this isn’t some weird scam to rob people or something, I just thought, ya know, there’s always someone that wants or needs help.”
Stella had been in the apartment for the last couple of hours unpacking more boxes and now she well and truly had cabin fever. The woman knew pretty much nothing about Dublin, apart from the few things she’d read in the guidebook on the plane over before falling dead asleep. That would be enough though, it couldn’t be that complicated of a town right? As she crossed the entrance hall of her apartment block looking at her phones display she all but ran into someone, literally, making her look up with a jolt. “Oh shit! You’d have thought these heeled boots would be enough of an announcment warning for my presence.” She couldn’t help but laugh.
