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Post by David Nolan on Jul 12, 2015 16:03:59 GMT
He was just a tad late, having had to get someone off the phone. Apparently someone stole cake and the Sheriffs were meant to look into it – but given how that cake stood in a window, he would not have been surprised, had it been someone, but in fact it was easy to see what it had been, since said person apparently also poisoned the cat.
“You’d think people would know that cats can be stupid things. Someone was just complaining about stolen cake and a poisoned cat. I bet the cat ate the cake and has an upset stomach over that now. You don’t want to look into that, do you?” He was almost sure she would not want to. Emma had her hands full of actual troubles and crisises. Why would she look into something stupid like that?
“So, how’s your pirate doing, Emma?” He didn’t really want to know details. This was his baby girl, he didn’t like the idea of her kissing or sleeping with a man, despite not being able to deny that she could – it was hard to deny when she already had a kid. But in a way, he was interested in that relationship. He made her shine, no matter how desperately Charming wanted to not see it, he had to see it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 18:00:43 GMT
Emma was standing at the patrol car waiting for David to come out of the Sheriff's station so that the two of them could have some bonding time. Obviously that was the best way possible to spend bonding time together. Emma loved her father, truly and deeply, but the two of them missed nearly three decades of bonding time. She was completely grown now, and this.. aside from being heroes of a town filled with characters straight out of fairy tales that she used to read as a child.. was one of the only things she and her father had in common. So, they were going to spend time together.. and work on bonding now that things were quiet.
He came out, talking about a cake poisoning a cat, and asking if she wanted to check it out. A small grin tugged at her lips, and she stood up from the hood of the car where she had been sitting, offering him a cup of coffee from Granny's. "Not really my cup of tea, but.. at least it's not a curse threatening the town with impending doom again, so there's that." She did feel sorry for the cat, but it wasn't really worth investigating. "I'll call Roman," the mortitian. "Get him on that cat autopsy right away." She gave a playful wink, and pulled the keys from her pocket.
His question of how her pirate was, pulled her out of her thoughts of wondering who would be driving. "Hook?" She asked, blinking. Well..who else would he have met. "He's fine, as far as I know of.." She didn't want to gush to David. Now, to her mother, perhaps she would be able to speak more of love and girly things, but even that was a fight to get that side of her out most of the time. "He's.. He's really good, Dad. Thanks for asking." She smiled. He was trying hard to get along with Killian.. the two of them seemed to hit it off, though. It made her feel much better. "So.. who's driving?"
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 17, 2015 14:07:57 GMT
With a grateful nod Charming accepted the coffee and listened to his daughter. She seemed even now quick to wanting to resolve things, because she wanted to call in for an autopsy on the cat. He couldn’t help but grin.
“Emma, the cat isn’t dead! He’s just in pain. Like when a child ate too much sweets.” Which he had experienced first hand with his grandson before. Too much sweets and the child would eventually complain about stomach aches. He hadn’t even known that before, but now he grinned about it only. It would happen again, there was no doubt. One day Neal would do the same and there was not a damn thing Charming could do about it. Neal needed to make his own mistakes and he’d be there for them, like he wanted to be there for Emma, but couldn’t.
“As far as you know of?” That didn’t sound like his daughter. She usually knew exactly what was going on, but then again she was his daughter, maybe she just did not want to talk about it with her dad. And then she came around. He didn’t want details, didn’t want to imagine them together, especially not in bed. But in a way he was approving of the relationship – as long as they made each other happy.
“Well, I don’t mind either. But given that your brother kept me up all night again, maybe you should. You might be a bit better rested.”
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