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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:28:10 GMT -5
She blushed pinker, but sent him a smile. "Well, thanks." She shrugged. "I guess I can't complain too much. I do have the best boobs in the House." She smirked, feeling braver.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:30:47 GMT -5
He let out a short bark of laughter before leaning toward her, smirking. "I'm gonna reveal how much of a guy I really am. I've done a pretty thorough study, strictly observation of course, and I have to say...I agree."
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:36:38 GMT -5
She let out a bit of a giggle, blushing all over again. She leaned in towards him, just a little. "Well, thanks, Skitts. I appreciate your honest observation."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:38:39 GMT -5
"Hey, anytime. You can always count on me to be honest," he said with a sly smirk. Of course that wasn't always true; he had a long track record of keeping quiet about his feelings. But what guy didn't?
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:48:46 GMT -5
She almost snorted. Honesty in a relationship. What a marvel concept.
Instead, she just smiled at him and bumped her foot against his leg again, just for fun.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:51:38 GMT -5
He took the last sip of his coffee, sighing when he set down the cup. He felt infinitely better after the meal, but it was slowly getting dark outside. There was nothing to do after dark except Irving Hall, and they'd already done that.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked suddenly, staring out the window.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:59:01 GMT -5
She blinked at him. "Uh, sure. Anything."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 17:03:02 GMT -5
"Why were you cryin' earlier?"
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 17:06:57 GMT -5
She stiffened a moment, then sighed, looking down at the table top. "I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 17:12:27 GMT -5
"Shit..." he said softly, finally looking over at her. "I'm sorry. Anyone I might know?"
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 17:16:06 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Probably. He lives in the house. Goblin." She sighed again. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about with the boy she wanted to make out with.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 17:18:40 GMT -5
"Oh, the Refuge kid? You were dating the Refuge kid?" he asked, his brow furrowed deeply. He seemed like the last guy she would ever date.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 17:20:33 GMT -5
She nodded, glancing up at him. "Yeah. That guy."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 18:51:46 GMT -5
"Huh," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. She was far too pretty for him. "And that's why you burned all the brownies?"
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 18:56:52 GMT -5
She smirked, pushing her hair back. "Yeah, I guess I'm still kind of upset." She sent him a smile. "You've made it a little better, though."
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