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Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.
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Date: 2009-07-17 10:04 am (UTC)As long as I can HEAR all the episodes, I think I'll be able to get used to it. It may be a bit annoying at first, but I'll get used to it.
Gift-wrapped, please - with tartan wrapping paper, if you have it.
Why certainly! ::hands you two prettily wrapped packages in red tartan:: Here you go!
Well, I'll have to check out the old EDAs to make sure. I remember him saying on more than one occasion "My name is Fitz Fortune, and I'm a famous Earth rock star."
::groans:: O FITZ. REALLY NOW. Even I wouldn't take the bait there! (but this IS Fitz we're talking about . . . it'd be hard to resist that little puppy, wouldn't it?)
Fitz: *approaching girl on train* Hello. I wonder if I could borrow a pen and some paper.
Girl: Certainly. *hands it to him*
Fitz: Thank you. *starts scribbling*
Girl: What do you need it for?
Fitz: I'm writing my name and phone number so that you can call me later.
Girl: Oh, go $%"#$# yourself. *moves to another seat*
Sympathetic guy next to her new seat: What a loser.
Girl: Tell me about it.
Sympathetic Guy: Do they really believe they can get away with this sort of crap?
Girl: I know, right?
Sympathetic Guy: I just hope you won't think all men are like that.
*they have a friendly chat for the rest of the journey*
Girl: Well, this is my stop. But here. *writes her name and phone number* Call me sometime. *gets off train*
Sympathetic Guy: *gives Fitz the thumbs-up* Cheers, mate.
Fitz: Remember - next time I'll play Sympathetic Guy.
I am a bit torn between the facepalming & the urge to pet him for some reason. Though having been on the receiving end of that (yes, it WAS on a train & I was fourteen & the guy must have been twenty-four, only I let him have my number because I was so shy & couldn't say no), I'll just sigh in Fitz's general direction.