Ned took a deep breath as Autumn walked towards him. Ok, Ned. You can do this, he thought, trying to calm his nerves.
"Good morning, Ned. How are you doing on this fine morning?" She asked, and flashed that smile again. Ned could feel his brain turn to goo. He acted purely on instinct.
"ImfineAutumnniceofyoutoaskhowareyou?" He took a deep breath and tried to smile in return. He failed miserably, and heard someone (Fin?) chuckle, rather maliciously, he thought.
He took another deep breath, and tried to discern the culprit, but the sun flashing off of Autumn's hair was... distracting. Making a final, last ditch effort, he looked up at her. "Have a seat!" He said, desperately trying to escape with some semblance of dignity, "But don't touch anything. I think Gaddy got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." His smile, he was relieved to note, didn't quite resemble a dead woodchuck's grimace this time.
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This is my quest, to follow that star; no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right, without question or pause. To be willing to march into Hell for a Heavenly cause! -Man of La Mancha
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