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[Alan's original intention in visiting the item store was to find something to help decorate the apartment for Christmas-- not so much because he cared about it, but because he knew Alice would want that little touch of home. He just hoped she wouldn't ask him to go cut down a tree himself or anything like that (he'd do it if she did, of course, grumbling all the way about how he wasn't a lumberjack).

But Christmas decorations go forgotten when he catches sight of something familiar out of the corner of his eye and almost does a double-take: his old typewriter, the manual Remington with the J key that always stuck. What on earth is that doing here? Talk about the Malnosso having a terrible sense of humor. Still, he's going to take it with him, because there's no way in hell he's just going to leave it for someone else to potentially help themselves to.

Afterwards he can be found carrying it back to CH 5, where he'll let himself into the apartment before announcing his presence to his wife.]

Honey, you're not going to believe what I found at the store.

[OOC: Tags will come in the morning; I just wanted to get this up before I went to bed. Feel free to run into him at the item store or on the way to or from it!]

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Of course. I am a famous writer.

[He knows he's being a little egotistical right now, and quite frankly, he doesn't care. Even now he's still riding the remnants of that high of it worked, it actually worked-- because, honestly, how many other writers could pull something like that off? He thinks he's earned the right to be at least a little proud of himself for that.]

You always were my biggest fan.

[His smile softens for a moment, becomes something more genuine and less of his usual confident smirk. And then...]

... hey, do you think I'm too heavy on the metaphors?

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[Alice laughs brightly, happy to see some of that egotism shining through, but the bright laugh is quickly extinguished by his question, replaced with a raised brow and a curious smirk.]

Where did that come from, Alan? [Don't tell her you've gotten self-conscious about your writing!]

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Sarah - Sheriff Breaker - said she'd read me, and that I was too heavy-handed with my metaphors. I figure I owe her enough to at least find out if there's any truth to that.

[Self-consciousness and Alan in the same sentence? Perish the thought.]

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[Alice feels a slight tinge of jealousy at Sarah's name, but it's quickly swallowed. She licks her lips, seeming to give his question some serious thought.]

I don't think so, Alan. [She'd read a couple of his books when she had first arrived, feeling as though reading his work brought her closer to him, but it's not like she took notes on them.] But what do you think?

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Hey, if the public eats that stuff up, I'm not about to change my ways.

[He leans on the back of the couch and peers over the edge, as if trying to read some of whatever it is she's reading. Is it even from Earth? He can't help but be amused at just how normal that question seems to him now.]

So. Any good?

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[She gives a quiet chuckle before curling her feet underneath her.] Let's just say it can't compare to anything you've written. [Maybe space thrillers just aren't her thing. Or maybe it was the overabundance of odd colloquialisms that were getting to her. That's what she gets when she picks up a novel written by a name she can't even pronounce.

She tosses the book onto the coffee table, and twists slightly so she faces him.]

Find any ink to go with that typewriter of yours? [It wasn't a push for him to write something.] Or are they cheapskates that can't afford it?