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

Lee was out in the city himself, on his way back to an errand for a small contractual work he'd picked up for himself (Hester did say he was his own problem and the one reason they couldn't find a more permanent work. He was so flee-y if that was even a word!) which he'd finished fast enough with time for a bit of a leisure walk which was all good in his dictionary. He couldn't fault Hester, though, she was right. So far, he just couldn't find a good enough job that would convince him that staying in was much better and more productive than staying out.

At the corner that broke out into a busier sidewalk, Lee picked up Hester from his feet and slipped her into his pocket just as a lovely red-haired female passed his view and he followed her briefly with his eyes, smiling a little.

"Oh Lee, quit yer lookin'!"

"Now that right there's a fine young lady if I should say so myself, Hester," he said with a small smirk. Oh who cares if anyone heard him and no one could see Hester, the place was filled with people! "Young, beautiful and radiant, she's the type offices would want ta hire and keep."

"Think she doesn't need those offices anymore, though," Hester commented openly as they started towards the direction of the lady, the hare herself checking out the sights to make sure they didn't wind up lost in the route back to their work. "Just look at those clothes, Lee! Never seen them anywhere."

"Doesn't mean they're expensive."

"Bet they're more expensive than your hat."

Lee wasn't going to doubt that -- but he still kept it on his head. He had already distracted himself with an argument between a traffic enforcer and a taxi driver just across the road when he'd stepped on something bulky and he looked down to see a small...bag, pouch of some sort, something he'd keep himself except his was safely tucked in his pocket. It wasn't his color, either.

Hell, it wasn't even a man's color!

This much was clear to both he and his hare as he picked up the poor lost thing and looked around the moving crowd and sought for a possible owner. The lovely red-haired female fell into view again, of course, they were walking in one row after all and, well, on further inspection, it seemed like everyone else who was out on the street was male!

"Think it's hers?"

"Y'know what they say, Hester," Lee said as he started more urgently (although still politely) towards the receding red-haired lady, "'salways nice to make new friends. Excuse me, Miss!" he began to call out, "Miss with the lovely red hair, I mean!"

Hester shook her head at Lee. Count on him to draw more attention than was necessary!