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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 12, 2006 0:24:09 GMT -5
Can't see how she doesn't. Spent weeks staying away from them, soon as we get them off the ship, she's practically mourning their departure. *He chuckled a little. That seemed like so long ago...it really was, know that he thought about it. So much had changed...they had lost so much since then. But gained just as much in return.*
Sheep are messier then cattle anyways...and they never hush. You'd be dreamin' of the critters within a week *He smiled to her*
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Post by Inara Serra on May 12, 2006 23:45:43 GMT -5
"It sounds as though you've had lots of experience with herding sheep and cows," Inara chuckled, running a hand through her hair.
She was glad that they were finally having a conversation and not an argument. It had been a long time since that had happened. And it was a refreshing change. She liked having simple banter with Mal, it came naturally, like they had done it their whole lives. Like they had known each other forever.
"Do we have any plans once we land on Persephone?" she asked, stepping a bit closer to him.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 13, 2006 0:05:22 GMT -5
*He did. His mother raised cattle, back on Shadow. But some of the farm hands also kept other livestock on the farm. It wasn't rare that Sheep and Goats were running around the little Reynolds farm, frolicking in the fields. He just smiled, not responding. He didn't care much to discuss his past, but what she had said was true. Before he joined the army, he had a fine future in ranching planned. Funny how things changed.
He shook his head, taking in a breath as he scratched his chin, moving to sit down on the couch. He sat slowly, resting his elbows on his knees* Not really...but if the other's ask, yes, ofcourse we do *He smiled to her* Hit up the usual investors...see if any work is available.
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Post by Inara Serra on May 13, 2006 0:38:10 GMT -5
Not really...but if the other's ask, yes, ofcourse we do. Hit up the usual investors...see if any work is available.
Inara nodded, smiling at him. "Of course," she said, watching as he sat down on her couch, those suspenders of his falling off of his shoulders. She tilted her chin towards him and said, "They're too big. You should let me take you shopping for new ones."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 13, 2006 0:41:02 GMT -5
What are too big? *He blinked, looking down at his clothing. He inspected them for a moment, then looped his fingers with his suspenders, pushing them back up to rest on his shoulders*
Not big...just comfy *He smirked to her. He didn't want to tell her no...that he didn't like the idea of her buying him clothing. So he just avoided giving a real answer*
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Post by Inara Serra on May 13, 2006 0:50:10 GMT -5
Inara twisted her mouth, in a half smirk, half frown. "Mal, they're too big. They're old and they're fraying. You need new ones." She considered him for a bit as she sat next to him, surverying his clothing. This was really an excuse to be close to him and look over his body. She liked what she saw. His shirt was tight enough to give distinction of muscle underneath, as were his pants. She suppressed a giggle at her and Kaylee's private joke of referring to Mal as "Captain Tightpants". Indeed, his pants were very tight and left very little to the imagination in the way of pretty much everything, which Inara appreciated.
Hey, she had needs too.
"You really should consider my offer. It's not often that I offer to do this for anyone. Well, anyone male that is." She thought for a moment and added, "I promise that I won't try and make you look too respectable and fancy. And I'll keep up the earth-tone theme you have going." She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes meeting his dark grey ones. "Please?" she pleaded, almost like a child.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 13, 2006 10:45:32 GMT -5
*He shifted, turning to face her. His eyes studied her for a long while. She was practicallying begging, and she was adorable as she did it. After a bit, he finally nodded his head*
Only if you swear...nothing fancy. Just a new pair of slacks. Don't like people shoppin' for me, espicially when I can do it for myself *He smiled to her*
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Post by Inara Serra on May 13, 2006 11:01:05 GMT -5
A smile spread over Inara's face. "I promise I won't. I think after all this time I would know what type of clothing you like to wear."
She looked him over once more and added, "I think you do need a new shirt though. And definitely new suspenders." She glanced away and said, "I'm sorry. I can get carried away sometimes."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 13, 2006 22:56:02 GMT -5
Maybe just a whole new wardrobe, even? *He smiled to her, shaking his head after a moment* It's fine Inara...whatever you want to do. *He watched her for a moment* It'll be nice to spend sometime off the ship...*Without everyone else to crowd around*
Maybe I could even treat you to dinner...if we get a job that is.
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Post by Inara Serra on May 16, 2006 11:53:45 GMT -5
Maybe just a whole new wardrobe, even? It's fine Inara...whatever you want to do. It'll be nice to spend sometime off the ship... Maybe I could even treat you to dinner...if we get a job that is.
Inara hoped that her face didn't betray the surprise she felt. She was amazed that Mal was actually agreeing to this. What was even more amazing was that he wanted to take her out to dinner. "Really? That would be great, Mal. It's such a nice gesture."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 16, 2006 18:41:46 GMT -5
Well...don't get to used to it. Don't have 'nuff coin to do it often. But it's the best I could do *He smiled to her. He couldn't believe that he had just asked her to join him for dinner. It surprised even him, but the question just flowed from him.
Don't get a head of yourself. It's just dinner, he reminded himself. He kept the smile as he watched her*
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Post by Inara Serra on May 16, 2006 20:22:01 GMT -5
Well...don't get to used to it. Don't have 'nuff coin to do it often. But it's the best I could do.
Inara nodded. "I know, I know. I wouldn't have expected it because of that reason. Again, thank you." She tried to keep a look of indifference and flattery on her face, but inside she was practically jumping for joy at the prospect of having dinner with Mal. It would be almost like a date.
Stop right there, a voice in her head told her. Mal was just inviting her to dinner, had mentioned nothing about it being anything more than that.
Still, she couldn't help but be excited about this prospect. And there was nothing that could stop anything from progressing...possibly further?
"Do you have a preference for dinner?" she asked.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 16, 2006 22:47:30 GMT -5
Somewhere where they serve food? *He never really cared where he ate, so long as he got to eat. He wasn't to picky, espicially not with the life he lived. Food was food.*
Anyways, it's my treat. You should get to pick a place that you want to go *He nodded*
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Post by Inara Serra on May 17, 2006 10:31:44 GMT -5
"Well, I really meant, did you have anyplace special you liked to eat at here? But, alright."
"You'd let me pick?" she asked, a bit amazed. "That's wonderful. I know this small bistro about two blocks away from the Eavesdown Docks." She refrained from saying that it was in the non-seedy section of town.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 17, 2006 13:49:33 GMT -5
*He nodded his head* Well...will go there then. *He glanced towards the door way, then back to her* I best go check the cortex again...see if anything has come up.
*He was retreating. He knew he was. It was the simple fact that he was a bit confused over what had just happened between the two of them, it wasn't the norm. They hadn't fought...well much. Infact, they had been rather civilized...even nice to each other. And he needed a moment to wrap his mind around it.*
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