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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 19, 2009 0:51:31 GMT -5
Dawson was blushing deep scarlet right now. This girl was quite a piece of work if she could make him become something so similar to the stuttering child he had once been.
"I never really tried, I will admit," he said slowly. "But I was always too focused on my career. And a soldier's life is not very conducive to married life, after all."
This girl amazed Dawson. He had not blushed this much since he was a boy in medical school.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 19, 2009 1:03:46 GMT -5
Esmeralda chuckled with laughter while watching Dr. Dawson blush. He was so cute when his fur color turned slightly deeper than it had been.
"Well, Dawson. I am a woman. So I can tell you this: Most women happen to love sweet, thoughtful men with hearts and compassion for others. True love never ask about what you look like. It just happens. I am certain that if you really try, you will find a woman who would love to marry you."
She poked his cheek gently with her index finger.
"As for your married life, I know you will get used to it when you first are married."
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 19, 2009 1:12:10 GMT -5
Dawson's blush deepened still further as she lightly poked his cheek. It was a marvel that his fur was not permenantly stained a deep red color. Staring down at the table in front of him, he fought to stutter a response.
"Well...I am flattered that you think so, my dear, but I have yet to meet such a woman. It doesn't stand to help my ego that there is none who appears interested in marrying a doctor such as myself."
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 19, 2009 9:24:11 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled and looked over at Dawson. He was so cute with his blushing under the fur, and his stuttering. It was hilarious to make men blush and stutter, but Dawson was really a sweet and thoughtful guy.
"I would not worry if I were you, Doctor. I can't imagine any woman would resist you for very long. A sweet, thoughtful and caring man with a brain and a heart? That is seldom in a world like this. If you only look hard enough, I am certain you will find your special someone. Just you wait and see."
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 21, 2009 4:05:22 GMT -5
Still blushing, Dawson shook his head in bemusement and chuckled sarcastically to himself. "When that day happens, my dear, you will be looking at the most humbled mouse in all of England. And the happiest. Any woman who will not only be willing to take me for a husband but to also put up with the eccentricities of my friends will be a most noble and amazing woman."
A very true statement. Basil could be the single most annoying mouse that Dawson was acquainted with. That pipe of his, for one thing. Shaking his head in amusement, Dawson settled more in his seat.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 21, 2009 9:52:25 GMT -5
Esmeralda was a gypsy, belonging to one of the most persecuted people in Europe. Her kind was considered to be outcast, and she wondered how anyone could be more eccentric than certain members of her people. Her own father, Clopin, for instance, with his puppets. A warm smile lit up Esmeralda's face just thinking of him. She loved her father dearly. He was crazy sometimes, yes. But he also had heart enough to raise her as his own child from the day she was found on the steps of Notre Dame.
"You have eccentric friends too, Doctor Dawson? Surely they are not as eccentric as the gypsies?"
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 21, 2009 15:50:21 GMT -5
"I would beg to differ that they are indeed even more eccentric. A word of advice, don't allow my good friend anywhere near chemicals. You won't see him again for days," Dawson said with a chuckle.
That Basil. He would one day be the death of Dawson, that much was certain. In so many ways, it was a miracle that Dawson had not needed a doctor more than he had. For that matter, it was a miracle that he did not faint as often as he might.
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