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Post by Tag Along on Aug 22, 2011 10:31:36 GMT -5
"...Do what?" Yes, Tag was going to play the innocent.
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Post by Copper on Aug 22, 2011 10:33:13 GMT -5
"I have the money," he said, a little offended.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 22, 2011 10:36:06 GMT -5
Tag suddenly felt panicked as she heard the offended tone in his voice. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone's feelings.
"I simply wanted to treat my new friend as a way of saying 'Welcome to New York.' Is that so bad of me?" She asked, holding her breath.
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Post by Copper on Aug 22, 2011 10:38:50 GMT -5
Copper dug around in his pockets and gave her enough to cover his half of the bill.
"I'm sorry," he smiled widely, trying to shift the mood. "But I can't allow you to. Besides, I've been here all my life save for the last few months. No welcome needed. More like, ugh, him again."
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 22, 2011 10:41:34 GMT -5
Tag sighed, a small smile peeking through her lips.
"Okay... Fine. See if I ever try to be nice to you again." She teased, raising an eyebrow at him.
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Post by Copper on Aug 22, 2011 10:46:20 GMT -5
"You were nice enough to put up with me and talk to me, Tag," he said with a smile.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 22, 2011 10:48:00 GMT -5
"Yes, well... You're welcome." Tag was actually quite shocked that she was comfortable enough to be sarcastic to him. It usually took days or even weeks for that to happen.
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Post by Copper on Aug 22, 2011 10:50:11 GMT -5
Copper secured his cap back onto his head and tipped it to her.
"Well, I hope to see you around, Tag. Good luck with everything."
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 22, 2011 10:52:02 GMT -5
"Same to you." She waved at him, grinning. She stayed where she was, however, fully intent on finishing her book. This whole time, she'd been dying inside, wondering if the Viscount was going to kill the hero or not...
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