"Detective Chanders!" Justin's voice rang over the heads of the small crown. (( crown? *heh* freudian slip there, huh? *chuckle* )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin nodded to his brother and to the detective he tipped his hat. "My apologies, detective Chanders. (( when you say The detective, you don't use a capital letter, but when you use detective together with his name, you are using it as part of his name, so you must capitalize it. See? Same with Mr. and however you spell the same version you were using for French with the fake Jules Vern guy... I can't spell that word. *heh* But you capitalize it, too.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jonathan whirled, counted to two because he didn't feel he could afford ten, and then quietly asked, "Yes?"
Justin smiled wanly. "Thank you. I know fully well how much of a trouble I can be."
Jonathan's frustration faded. "You're welcome, Justin. You are my only brother, and the way I figure it, we're pretty even, okay?"
"All right." Justin settled on the bench, stowed his hat underneath it and adjusted his sleeves. "I just wanted you to know that your efforts do not go unnoticed." (( i just want to thank you for this bit. It's beautiful. (( hug )) )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Just sit down and hang on," Jonathan said. Not waiting to see if the boys had found a seat, he pushed the elevation control halfway to the 'ansteigen' setting. The dirigible bucked gently in the light wind and rose higher. The rooftops, once very near, fell below them. (( my brain looked very hard for the word AWAY to be in there between Fell and Below....)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shyly, "Fred, sir. But most folks just call me Milky, because of my eyes."
"Than I shall call you Milky, as well." Justin smiled weakly at the boy, and the boy beamed a great wide smile back. "Thank you, Milky, for making my... ailment... seem less lonely." (( Justin assumes that Milky would be Fred's preference here, but he doesn't ASK him.... And Milky could be seen as a less than thoughtful choice. Seems to me that Justin, the very soul of courtesy, might just question Fred as to which name he might prefer.... )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Turning forward again, he could plainly make out the vehicle below them. "Now that we've caught them, what are we going to do with them?"
Y'know, i was just wondering that very thing!! *tries not to panic*
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(( crown? *heh* freudian slip there, huh? *chuckle* ))
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Justin nodded to his brother and to the detective he tipped his hat. "My apologies, detective Chanders. (( when you say The detective, you don't use a capital letter, but when you use detective together with his name, you are using it as part of his name, so you must capitalize it. See? Same with Mr. and however you spell the same version you were using for French with the fake Jules Vern guy... I can't spell that word. *heh* But you capitalize it, too.))
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Jonathan whirled, counted to two because he didn't feel he could afford ten, and then quietly asked, "Yes?"
Justin smiled wanly. "Thank you. I know fully well how much of a trouble I can be."
Jonathan's frustration faded. "You're welcome, Justin. You are my only brother, and the way I figure it, we're pretty even, okay?"
"All right." Justin settled on the bench, stowed his hat underneath it and adjusted his sleeves. "I just wanted you to know that your efforts do not go unnoticed."
(( i just want to thank you for this bit. It's beautiful. (( hug )) ))
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"Just sit down and hang on," Jonathan said. Not waiting to see if the boys had found a seat, he pushed the elevation control halfway to the 'ansteigen' setting. The dirigible bucked gently in the light wind and rose higher. The rooftops, once very near, fell below them. (( my brain looked very hard for the word AWAY to be in there between Fell and Below....))
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Shyly, "Fred, sir. But most folks just call me Milky, because of my eyes."
"Than I shall call you Milky, as well." Justin smiled weakly at the boy, and the boy beamed a great wide smile back. "Thank you, Milky, for making my... ailment... seem less lonely."
(( Justin assumes that Milky would be Fred's preference here, but he doesn't ASK him.... And Milky could be seen as a less than thoughtful choice. Seems to me that Justin, the very soul of courtesy, might just question Fred as to which name he might prefer.... ))
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Turning forward again, he could plainly make out the vehicle below them. "Now that we've caught them, what are we going to do with them?"
Y'know, i was just wondering that very thing!! *tries not to panic*