"I'll see if Jane Canary's got some spare britches you could borrow," Eliot offered, reaching down to pull her to her feet. "And -- boots. The fuck do you have on your feet, child?" He shook his head and scanned the road for any other shady looking characters, then rushed her over to the hardware store.
"Sol," he called. "Trixie, my friend here and I are goin' into the office. We'd dearly appreciate if you two could keep any of our neighbors from gettin' their noses up in our fucking business."
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Date: 2015-07-31 03:29 am (UTC)"I'll see if Jane Canary's got some spare britches you could borrow," Eliot offered, reaching down to pull her to her feet. "And -- boots. The fuck do you have on your feet, child?" He shook his head and scanned the road for any other shady looking characters, then rushed her over to the hardware store.
"Sol," he called. "Trixie, my friend here and I are goin' into the office. We'd dearly appreciate if you two could keep any of our neighbors from gettin' their noses up in our fucking business."