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Post by Magician MacVee on Oct 3, 2008 15:46:24 GMT -5
She smiled, "so am i only worth a nickle then?"
The Irishman chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, it was odd but he gave her the nickle anyway and leaned back out of her space, clasping his hands behind his head in an almost lazy manner, though his muscles were coiled to spring at any moment. He was grinning the whole while-- even with a grin it was easy to see he wasn't someone that could be easily taken for a ride.
And yes the eyebrow wiggle was very normal, he had an expressive face and it'd always made his siblings smile.
"Bad day"
"Seems ta me there are a lot of bad days around, lass--" he smiled though, tapping his foot to a beat only he could hear. The sound of the Irish fiddle and a song in his head. Ah-- the sounds of home were never far from Magician MacVee. "But ye can either except that bad day as if it was that or you can chance a lark and have a good laugh. Tomorrow will be another day and another chance ta make the sun shine.." Yes-- he was an optimist.
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