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Post by Daz on Mar 12, 2008 19:22:31 GMT
I ignore him, peering around the corner as the men leave the street and head inside.
"Lets go." I reach for his hand
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 12, 2008 19:26:14 GMT
I hold her hand and follow her out to the street. We just stroll along at a lesurely pace, pretending to be more interested in each other's company than our surroundings.
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Post by Daz on Mar 12, 2008 19:30:30 GMT
I pass a false smile in his general direction, as I murmur my words, "I'll place a camera at the other end of the street."
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 12, 2008 19:35:02 GMT
"That would be wonderful." I murmured back, "After we do that, why don't we find a bench, sit and wait for the Hare to come back out. See what damage is done to him." I add, still murmering.
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Post by Daz on Mar 12, 2008 19:36:25 GMT
"That would be lovely." I smirk, sarcastically
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 12, 2008 19:54:19 GMT
"I thought so, my darling." I said, keeping up the facade.
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Post by Daz on Mar 12, 2008 19:59:07 GMT
Once we reach the other end I reach into my bag and take out a micro camera, sticking it firmly to the edge of the street in clear focus of the suspect house ahead.
"Theres a bench over the other side of the street, lets just take a rest there." I lead him towards it, "Kay?"
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 12, 2008 20:13:00 GMT
"Yeah. That sounds nice." I smile, letting her lead me to the bench. I sat down and told Bandit to sit, still keeping her lead in my hand.
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Post by Daz on Mar 12, 2008 20:15:06 GMT
We sit down, and I watch the house intently, though trying to not make it so obvious.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Mar 12, 2008 20:40:01 GMT
As we were sitting I heard a little girl and a mother approaching.
"Doggie!" the little girl exclaimed in French.
"No. It's a working dog, dear. That man is blind. He uses his dog to help him move around. It's called a seeing eye dog." The mother explained to her daughter, "You must ask if it is okay and if the man says no, it means no." She added.
The little girl walked up to me and tugged on my shirtsleeve. "Hey Mister, can I pet your doggie?"
"No." I said simply.
"Okay, the man said 'no.' Come now, we have things to do." The mother said.
"But I want to pet the doggie!" She said stomping her foot on the ground.
"He said no. I told you that if he said no, that it meant no." the mother scolded, "I am sorry for her to disturb you. She thinks she must pet every animal she crosses paths with." the mother appologiesed to me.
"It's okay. I have neices who are the same way." I smiled. The mother apologised again before picking her daughter up and carrying her away.
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