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In which Henrietta finds a place to stay... [IM/Closed]
Character(s): Henrietta, Cid Highwind, Roxas
Content: Roxas pings Cid, asking in lieu of Henrietta if she can stay in his shop.
Setting: Inside Cid's Shop
Time: Wednesday evening
Warnings: None
Cid Highwind: Who the hell is this?
Roxas: Erm.... it's Roxas...
Cid Highwind: Roxas? What are y'doin' pinging me on this?
Cid Highwind: And wait--A GIRL?
Henrietta: ... are you talking to someone, Roxas?
Roxas: Oh, uh, yeah Henrietta!
Roxas: Mr. Cid, this is Henrietta... the girl from before and... well... she, she doesn't have anywhere to go....
Roxas: I didn't want her to be alone on the street tonite ;_;
Cid Highwind: So what, you wanna share a room with her?!
Henrietta: I'd, um... I'd really appreciate it if I could have a room, Mr. Cid. I mean-- if it'll be a problem for you, I-I could find somewhere else to go...
Roxas: No! But... well... I didn't want to put her in another room if you were saving one for someone else, and, I just, erm....
Cid Highwind: Dammit, stop callin' me 'Mr.' >:[
Henrietta: Oh, I'm sorry... that's just what Roxas called you, so I thought...
Cid Highwind: Don't listen to that boy
Roxas: I'm sorry Mr. Cid...
Roxas: I mean, Cid!
Cid Highwind: >:[!!!
Roxas: ;_;
Henrietta: ^_^
Cid Highwind: Makin' me feel older than I am.
Cid Highwind: Anyway. How old are you, girlie?
Henrietta: I'm ten, s-- I'm ten.
Cid Highwind: Ten, huh? Wow. What's a little girl like you doin' in a place like this?
Henrietta: Um... I'm not really sure... I just... I just woke up here after I got hit during a small mafia hit-and-run, and... that's it... I guess...
Cid Highwind: M....Mafia?!
Cid Highwind: As in, men with big guns and shooting?
Henrietta: Um... of course, there are a lot of gangs in Italy...
Cid Highwind: I have no idea where Italy is, but it doesn't sound like a place for someone like yourself to grow up in.
Cid Highwind: Y'should've come to Traverse Town. >:[
Henrietta: Well, it -is- my job, s--... it's what I do...
Henrietta: Traverse Town? What's that?
Cid Highwind: Traverse Town's where I come from.
Cid Highwind: Although
Cid Highwind: I kinda ended up there the same way I did here, now that I think about it.
Roxas: Traverse Town?
Henrietta: It's kind of weird... but... is there any way to get out of here?
Roxas: that sounds a lot like where I came from... is that where you met Sora- oh, sorry Henrietta, I interupted
Cid Highwind: Yeah, I met Sora there. He needed parts for a Gummi Ship. Leon had a real soft spot for the little brat.
Cid Highwind: Callin' me Gramps.
Cid Highwind: Bah.
Henrietta: ... Sora? Who's that?
Cid Highwind: A kid. I guess you know 'im, Roxas? He just kinda popped outta nowhere for me.
Cid Highwind: He restored the worlds though, so I can't complain.
Cid Highwind: And to answer your question, sweetie, I'm sure there IS a way outta here, but I for one ain't goin' no where quick with my gummi ship trashed.
Henrietta: ... gummi ship... ?
Cid Highwind: Kinda like a rocket
Henrietta: Oh! I've seen those before!
Roxas: rockets?
Henrietta: Jose took me to a museum once, and they had a replica of the Apollo 11 there...
Henrietta: It was really big... !
Cid Highwind: Apollo 11? 'sthat a ship?
Roxas: like.... rockets.... they fly between planets or... or something?
Cid Highwind: Yeah!
Henrietta: Yes, it is. And yes, Roxas, they can fly anywhere... One rocket even went to Mars, I think...
Cid Highwind: *sigh* Well girlie.
Cid Highwind: D'you have any marketable skills?
Henrietta: ... Um... like what?
Henrietta: I'm not sure I know what you mean...
Cid Highwind: *clears throat* Well, what I mean is
Cid Highwind: If I let you stay here, y'think you can help out?
Henrietta: Oh, of course! I'll do anything you need me to do, M-- Cid, I promise.
Cid Highwind: All right then, missy. I guess you can stay here.
Roxas: alright!
Roxas: =D
Cid Highwind: But DON'T BE STAYIN' WITH ROXAS
Cid Highwind: Unless it's necessery
Cid Highwind: Like... one of you has a... nightmare or somethin'
Henrietta: Grazie, Mr. Cid!
Cid Highwind: Burrito, kid.
Cid Highwind: And quit callin' me MISTER
Henrietta: Oh, um, I won't stay with Roxas, if you don't want me to..
Henrietta: Oh, I'm sorry!!
Cid Highwind: Pick a room y'like. If we get too crowded, I might have t'two of you room together, but NO FUNNY BUSINESS.
Cid Highwind: And we'll have separate beds. >:[
Henrietta: Um... alright... but what's the matter?
Cid Highwind: ....
Cid Highwind: I'll tell the two of you when you're older.
Content: Roxas pings Cid, asking in lieu of Henrietta if she can stay in his shop.
Setting: Inside Cid's Shop
Time: Wednesday evening
Warnings: None
Cid Highwind: Who the hell is this?
Roxas: Erm.... it's Roxas...
Cid Highwind: Roxas? What are y'doin' pinging me on this?
Cid Highwind: And wait--A GIRL?
Henrietta: ... are you talking to someone, Roxas?
Roxas: Oh, uh, yeah Henrietta!
Roxas: Mr. Cid, this is Henrietta... the girl from before and... well... she, she doesn't have anywhere to go....
Roxas: I didn't want her to be alone on the street tonite ;_;
Cid Highwind: So what, you wanna share a room with her?!
Henrietta: I'd, um... I'd really appreciate it if I could have a room, Mr. Cid. I mean-- if it'll be a problem for you, I-I could find somewhere else to go...
Roxas: No! But... well... I didn't want to put her in another room if you were saving one for someone else, and, I just, erm....
Cid Highwind: Dammit, stop callin' me 'Mr.' >:[
Henrietta: Oh, I'm sorry... that's just what Roxas called you, so I thought...
Cid Highwind: Don't listen to that boy
Roxas: I'm sorry Mr. Cid...
Roxas: I mean, Cid!
Cid Highwind: >:[!!!
Roxas: ;_;
Henrietta: ^_^
Cid Highwind: Makin' me feel older than I am.
Cid Highwind: Anyway. How old are you, girlie?
Henrietta: I'm ten, s-- I'm ten.
Cid Highwind: Ten, huh? Wow. What's a little girl like you doin' in a place like this?
Henrietta: Um... I'm not really sure... I just... I just woke up here after I got hit during a small mafia hit-and-run, and... that's it... I guess...
Cid Highwind: M....Mafia?!
Cid Highwind: As in, men with big guns and shooting?
Henrietta: Um... of course, there are a lot of gangs in Italy...
Cid Highwind: I have no idea where Italy is, but it doesn't sound like a place for someone like yourself to grow up in.
Cid Highwind: Y'should've come to Traverse Town. >:[
Henrietta: Well, it -is- my job, s--... it's what I do...
Henrietta: Traverse Town? What's that?
Cid Highwind: Traverse Town's where I come from.
Cid Highwind: Although
Cid Highwind: I kinda ended up there the same way I did here, now that I think about it.
Roxas: Traverse Town?
Henrietta: It's kind of weird... but... is there any way to get out of here?
Roxas: that sounds a lot like where I came from... is that where you met Sora- oh, sorry Henrietta, I interupted
Cid Highwind: Yeah, I met Sora there. He needed parts for a Gummi Ship. Leon had a real soft spot for the little brat.
Cid Highwind: Callin' me Gramps.
Cid Highwind: Bah.
Henrietta: ... Sora? Who's that?
Cid Highwind: A kid. I guess you know 'im, Roxas? He just kinda popped outta nowhere for me.
Cid Highwind: He restored the worlds though, so I can't complain.
Cid Highwind: And to answer your question, sweetie, I'm sure there IS a way outta here, but I for one ain't goin' no where quick with my gummi ship trashed.
Henrietta: ... gummi ship... ?
Cid Highwind: Kinda like a rocket
Henrietta: Oh! I've seen those before!
Roxas: rockets?
Henrietta: Jose took me to a museum once, and they had a replica of the Apollo 11 there...
Henrietta: It was really big... !
Cid Highwind: Apollo 11? 'sthat a ship?
Roxas: like.... rockets.... they fly between planets or... or something?
Cid Highwind: Yeah!
Henrietta: Yes, it is. And yes, Roxas, they can fly anywhere... One rocket even went to Mars, I think...
Cid Highwind: *sigh* Well girlie.
Cid Highwind: D'you have any marketable skills?
Henrietta: ... Um... like what?
Henrietta: I'm not sure I know what you mean...
Cid Highwind: *clears throat* Well, what I mean is
Cid Highwind: If I let you stay here, y'think you can help out?
Henrietta: Oh, of course! I'll do anything you need me to do, M-- Cid, I promise.
Cid Highwind: All right then, missy. I guess you can stay here.
Roxas: alright!
Roxas: =D
Cid Highwind: But DON'T BE STAYIN' WITH ROXAS
Cid Highwind: Unless it's necessery
Cid Highwind: Like... one of you has a... nightmare or somethin'
Henrietta: Grazie, Mr. Cid!
Cid Highwind: Burrito, kid.
Cid Highwind: And quit callin' me MISTER
Henrietta: Oh, um, I won't stay with Roxas, if you don't want me to..
Henrietta: Oh, I'm sorry!!
Cid Highwind: Pick a room y'like. If we get too crowded, I might have t'two of you room together, but NO FUNNY BUSINESS.
Cid Highwind: And we'll have separate beds. >:[
Henrietta: Um... alright... but what's the matter?
Cid Highwind: ....
Cid Highwind: I'll tell the two of you when you're older.