"Shh shh shh. I'm not here to hurt you, Lisa, remember?" He held up his hands - look, unarmed, backing away - and internally grumbled at overstepping his boundaries at a time like this. So close. Damn it!
"And I am going, but..." He patted down his jacket, frowning before reaching into one of the interior pockets and pulling out an old, relatively unwrinkled playing card, the jester crouching in silloughette on the front. "If you need anything - really, Lisa, anything - just call me." The number was on the back, printed in sequence through the diamonds, but she probably wouldn't call. Still, better safe than sorry.
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:34 am (UTC)"And I am going, but..." He patted down his jacket, frowning before reaching into one of the interior pockets and pulling out an old, relatively unwrinkled playing card, the jester crouching in silloughette on the front. "If you need anything - really, Lisa, anything - just call me." The number was on the back, printed in sequence through the diamonds, but she probably wouldn't call. Still, better safe than sorry.