Ned the Piemaker

Keep to myself, mostly. I make pies and wake the dead. I live a very sheltered life. // With @HoneysweetSting // {RP 18+} #PushingDaisies #XFiles #BPRP

[Ned the Piemaker @DeathALaMode]

@SurrenderMyHart @Tingling_Lemons Baked goods?

{Perking up at the thought of something he could slip @HoneySweetSting that didn't involve death, FBI agents or lots and lots of danger, he gave his friend a big smile, wondering if she liked pie.}

You know, I make a mean Key Lime. You wouldn't want to trade?

[Echo @TryToBeMyBest]

// Solo Alert ~ In Dreams.

[Blackberry Patch RP @Tingling_Lemons]

#NewArrivalAlert!
~ Follow ~ @NotBluffing ~ to keep tabs on #Alpha! ~ HQ
#Dollhouse

[Echo @TryToBeMyBest]

// Solo Alert ~ Ghosts.

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-- disaster} Can we get you a slice of something sweet? {under his breath} To /go/?@LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- subtly angling his lanky frame protectively in front of @HoneySweetSting, hands jammed in his pockets to prevent -- @LanguorMortem

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-- {stiffly} Welcome to The Pie Hole. {muttering} As in shut yours. {Coughing, he gave @LanguorMortem an awkward smile, --@HoneySweetSting

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-- to the world about #Chuck, well... He had another think coming.} -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- Had #Mulder betrayed his secret? Did @LanguorMortem know about @HoneySweetSting? If this... this /guy/ thought he was going to blab --

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-- was looking @HoneySweetSting, he huffed out a breath, heart sinking as he strode importantly from the kitchen. -- @LanguorMortem

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-- No...} {mumbling} What the heck are /you/ doing here? -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- out into the cafe. New customer? --@LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- {Blinking at the sound of The Pie Hole's door chime, he brushed his hands against his apron, peering -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- {singing under his breath} If you would let me spend my whole life loving you. Life could be a...a... -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- customer in need of comfort food. And maybe a little sugar buzz.} -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- jukebox, and the scent of apples and Gruyere, waiting their turn to become a slice of home to a -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- the FBI Agent was both excited by and darned envious of his singular gift. Just #Chuck, music from -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- smooth surface, /finally/ starting to relax. No dead bodies. No @KarmicConundrum staring at him like -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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-- Floured fingers sliding reverently over warm dough, he pressed the heels of his hands against the -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

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{Air. Thank /God/... -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting