[Even saying the word reminds Rip of that time, the fondness he can recall in his own voice when he'd greeted "Lambeth," or worked up the nerve to ask her out. Except it hadn't been him--no more than Phil Gasmer had been, even though he can remember well those actions and that life.
No more than his evil self had been, one might argue. One other than Rip.
He occupies himself by topping off his not-quite empty glass, then motioning towards Peggy in a silent offer of the same. There's a brief clink when she holds the cup out, and Rip carefully pours.]
"Posh" wouldn't be the first word to come to mind if I were to describe you. [In answer to her comment about his accent; in his day and so long after Whitechapel had hardly been the seat of luxury that either her birthplace or her schooltown had been.]
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No more than his evil self had been, one might argue. One other than Rip.
He occupies himself by topping off his not-quite empty glass, then motioning towards Peggy in a silent offer of the same. There's a brief clink when she holds the cup out, and Rip carefully pours.]
"Posh" wouldn't be the first word to come to mind if I were to describe you. [In answer to her comment about his accent; in his day and so long after Whitechapel had hardly been the seat of luxury that either her birthplace or her schooltown had been.]