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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:11:35 GMT -5
She blinked open her eyes, staring up at him. "Did--did I do something wrong?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 12:16:30 GMT -5
"No..." he said, his voice trailing. He just didn't want to get too involved emotionally. "I just realized I'm starving... Wanna get something to eat?"
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:21:59 GMT -5
She stared at him, confused. "Seriously? You've got a girl underneath you and you think of food?" Jesus, was she that bad??
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 12:29:41 GMT -5
He sighed, sitting up and raking a hand through his hair. "Script, come on. I just don't wanna go too far..."
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:35:04 GMT -5
She sat up, blinking. "Wait. Lemme get this straight. You don't want to go to far, so you want to take me to dinner? ...Skitts, I don't think you understand this whole 'friends with benefits' thing very well..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 12:37:19 GMT -5
"I don't wanna take you to dinner. I just wanna go to Tibby's and have dinner with a friend. Who pays for herself," he said, furrowing his brow at her. He wasn't stupid! Most of the time.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:41:09 GMT -5
She sighed a little. Well, she asked for a distraction. "Okay. Tibby's." She shifted away from him to get off the couch.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 12:44:59 GMT -5
He started to feel bad, but then he stopped himself. He didn't want to feel bad because that meant he was feeling too much. And that went against the 'friends with benefits' idea. She was his friend, and nothing more.
He stood up and grabbed his hat, setting it atop his head before heading toward the front door.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:46:37 GMT -5
She followed after him. So far, this plan of hers was more or less failing miserably. When they got to Tibby's she slid into the booth, sitting across from him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 12:51:19 GMT -5
Well, now, this was just awkward. He had no idea what to say, and she looked like she was in a completely bad mood - something he was often accused of.
"So..."
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:54:41 GMT -5
She sighed, then smiled at him. "Sorry, Skittery. About before. I guess you just caught me off-guard. I thought you were liking it, and then you just...stopped." She blushed, playing with her napkin.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 12:57:01 GMT -5
He straightened up, leaning his forearms on the table as he looked at her. "No, I was liking it. I just... We just met earlier today..."
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 12:59:08 GMT -5
"So?" She bit her lip. "We're not..I mean..you don't have to, like, woo me or anything, Skitts..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 13:03:51 GMT -5
He laughed, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not trying to woo. Believe me, if I were, you would know." He shrugged, glancing over at her before staring down at the table. "It's just been a while..."
((Okay, I gotta actually get dressed so I can go vote. I'll be back on later!))
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 13:08:35 GMT -5
((Haha, okay, bye!))
She nodded, chewing on her lip. "Well, if you don't want to...we don't have to..." It's not like she wasn't used to total rejection, anyway.
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