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scoresby is the name. (leescoresby) wrote in silverage,

"Good afternoon," Lee responded before he gestured to the hangar over his shoulder. "That's right, I'm a pilot of one of these aircraft but mine's a little under the weather right now." Oho, the pun. "You could try talking to the other pilots, see if they've got something to take you with, Sir."

The entire time Lee and the stranger were having a chat, Hester didn't feel quite right. There was something odd about this man and she couldn't quite place her paw on it. He seemed okay, though, he seemed normal...

But he sure smelt a lot like a junk shop.

Lee had picked her up when she beckoned to him by her forepaws, under the pretense of dusting his shoes but while he was bent over, he hitched up the hare to his inner pocket and she set herself in there.

"Lee, he doesn't smell normal," she said.

Doesn't smell normal? Now Lee was interested..

"Fancy checking out the skies this fine day, Sir?"