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

In Lee's dictionary, though, that spelled, "Hello there, friend, why don't you come over here and fight the war with me?"

Before anyone could accidentally step on Hester, he'd chosen to pick her up behind a camouflage of a group of three friends passing and tossed her into the wide pocket of his woolen coat where she buried herself until she was squished comfortably. Threat gone, Lee tipped his hat to the brunet as he began his relaxed approach.

"Lee," Hester whispered to him as they came closer in case the other man could hear or see her although since he had no dæmon and didn't look like an alien from outer space, she rather doubted it but... "I don't like the way he smells!"

"Good morning to you, Sir," he began with an amused sort of smile as he placed a gloved hand -- the kind that left his calloused fingers unguarded -- on the metallic beam of the rack and looked around. "Wild world we got here, don't we?" This would be the part where he would inject "Fancy some new coats yourself?" but he knew grace better than to do that.