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The Park - Sunday Afternoon
After enjoying a delightful lie in followed by a wonderful breakfast in bed as prepared by the bestest mate in all the world, Wilson and Phale had bundled up and with a kiss at the edge of the Park they had both headed off on seperate errands. Wilson headed down to the bench to wait for Marie, while Phale headed down in to town.
Settling down on the bench, Wilson leaned back and watched the winter sunlight as it danced across the pond, a goofy little smile on his face as he might have issued a small burp; a lingering after effect of breakfast.
[ooc: Open as a park tends to be!]
Settling down on the bench, Wilson leaned back and watched the winter sunlight as it danced across the pond, a goofy little smile on his face as he might have issued a small burp; a lingering after effect of breakfast.
[ooc: Open as a park tends to be!]

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possibly with Jamie, I have no ideabut finally got herself moving. She needed to meet Dr. Wilson in the park and then head back to her room to tackle more make-up work.She had done a lot of thinking over the last forty-eight hours and, after her conversations yesterday with Parker and Jamie, she felt pretty confident that she made the right decision. She just hoped Dr. Wilson felt the same way.
Spotting him on the bench, she nervously made her way over. "Hi," she said, giving him a shy smile.
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"Hello there, Marie. Please, join me?" Okay so he knew that they'd set this up but still, it never hurt to be gentlemanly.
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"It's a beautiful day," she commented. "I can't believe it's this warm in December in Virginia."
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"I'm torn, it is nice to be able to be out in this weather but at the same time I kinda miss it being cold. I mean, hot chocolate sort of looses it's magic when it's 60 degrees outside."
Leaning his elbow across the back of the bench, Wilson rested his templed against his closed fist and looked over at Marie.
"So...you still want to do this?" He asked with a serious and focused air, wanting her to have the option to gracefully back out, if she'd decided he wasn't her best choice.
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Biting her lip, she continued, "I'll understand if you don't want to though." She had done some research too and knew it was a huge responsibility for him to undertake.
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He wanted her to know that he did want to do this for her and gave her that reassurance in his facial expression as he spoke.
"But I do want to make sure that we both agree on what my role will be. What your expectations are and what my expectations are...okay?"
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"If I believed everything I heard on the radio I'd believe my lover was hitting on the Ruler of Hell." And possibly scamming on kissing Bel and Marty... yes radio really had amused Wilson that night.
"Okay so, we covered truthfulness...next up would be... I promise to maintain a grip on my meddling but if something happens and I do have to ask you to listen to my wishes on something...well, just try to remember you say you trust me?"
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She was having a distinct mental conflict, here. There might even be casualties.
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Ut oh.
"Errr, actually I'm going to start working on grading those later this afternoon." Patented doctor pause here. "Is there something I should be looking for specifically, Cally?"
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"Uh huh..."
Why yes...he might have been a bit...concerned at this point.
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"I don't suppose you'd have interest in buying a lot of homemade alcohol?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
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"Err...noooh." He said in a tone that indicated that he might not have even wanted to be aware that homemade alcohol existed on Fandom...AHEM!
"But...you might ask the owner of the Devil's Nest." Wilson suggested, because he hadn't made Lucifer twitch in a few days.
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Friday crawled out of his stroller himself and plonked down at Thursday's feet, clapping at the duck pond.
Thursday took a seat on the grass beside him.