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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 19:26:42 GMT -5
"Oh, I was, uh," he began, blushing, "working on something last year. A painting."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 19:28:23 GMT -5
She sat up, blinking at him. "You have a painting? In the basement? Can I see it?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 19:33:33 GMT -5
"Nah...you don't wanna see it. It's pretty awful," he said, blushing profusely.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 20:27:33 GMT -5
"Well, I'd like to be the judge of that." She turned his face towards hers, meeting his eyes. "Tomorrow. After our date. I'd like to see your painting."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 20:30:29 GMT -5
He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Okay," he said after a few moments. "Fine, you can see it."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 20:31:44 GMT -5
She smiled brightly at him, snaking her arms around his shoulders. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow, Mike." She liked using his name.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 20:35:49 GMT -5
He chuckled nervously. "I haven't planned anything really... I mean, yet..." he glanced over at her, getting a bit hot under the collar. Was she expecting a lot from this date? Did she got on dates with him? If so, what were they like? Oh, crap.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 20:41:00 GMT -5
She could practically see his brain working and his nerves showed on his face. She smiled and kissed him. "I don't care what we do, Michael. I just want us to spend time together." And I desperately want to see what you look like naked.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 20:45:58 GMT -5
He just nodded, letting out a nervous chuckle. Yeah, right. It'd be a pretty boring date if they just sat on a bench in Central Park and talked.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 20:47:12 GMT -5
She touched her hand to his cheek. "We can just go to dinner or something. And it'll be a date, 'cause you'll pay." She grinned at him, itching to kiss him again.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 20:52:25 GMT -5
"Guess I gotta sell a lot of papes tomorrow, then, huh?" he asked, nervously chuckling a bit more as he gazed around the parlor.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 21:00:37 GMT -5
She pulled back, tilting her head, watching him. "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 21:13:23 GMT -5
"Guess the, uh, skittery side of me is comin' out," he told her, a smirk appearing on his lips.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 21:14:23 GMT -5
She gave him a bemused look, shaking her head. "Mike, don't be nervous." She looked at him, biting her lip, suddenly nervous herself. "If...if you don't want to do this..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 21:23:20 GMT -5
"No, no, I do. Just...with you around I can't stop thinkin' about it." He hung his head, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands out in front of him.
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