.32 Looking for a chauffeur?

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[If you're out and about in the street you'll see Hesam, adjusting his leather gloves and leaning back against a limousine, looking irritated. It's probably not doing well for business but hey, what're ya gonna do?

Luckily he seems to know French but his pronounciation is terrible and definitely going to annoy anyone who can speak it fluently.]

Oh yeah, real funny. I get it. I'm laughing on the inside, Castle. Really. I am.

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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Del watches him go by, nestled comfortably on her stoop, the old homeless lady across from her calling for any spare change that can be given.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Spots her!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Waves at him~]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Tips his hat at the lady ;D ]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Grins, ans stretches lightly.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[motions to the door in case she wants a ride. He's sure she'll be amused by the compartments and switches inside]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Why yes, that would be lovely. She'll just get up and meander over to him, hey?]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[smiles at and opens the door for her]

Hey. Wanna be my customer?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

I have...

[She searches her pockets.]

...crackers?

[She holds out slightly crumpled mini bag of saltines.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

Keep 'em.

C'mon, I'll take you for a free ride.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She slides into the car, still with the awkward grace she'd had at the castle.]

What does this do?

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

I can take you places. And there's buttons and stuff inside that do things like make this drink compartment open up. See? [He shows her and all the little flashy lights he can make turn on]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She shifts closer, excited, and stars poking things randomly.]

To the Tower?