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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 13:49:59 GMT -5
He got a hundred papes this time, feeling confident now that he had Script with him and they were going on a date tomorrow night.
He made his way back to his selling spot, talking with Script like they usually did. "You ready?" he asked, once they arrived at the same place they'd been earlier that morning.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 13:53:19 GMT -5
She smiled up at him, nodding. "Let's do this." She got brave, wanting to help him sell, so she undid a button or two of her blouse, exposing just the subtlest bit of cleavage, sending him a wink.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 13:54:38 GMT -5
He blushed, but waggled his eyebrows down at her before hawking out a headline, selling three papes almost immediately. "Three down, ninety-seven to go..."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 13:57:54 GMT -5
Those ninety-seven didn't take too long, between Skittery's expert hawking and Script's cleavage and pretty smile. They were done in a couple hours, and had even made a few tips.
"Not bad, Skitts, not bad." She smiled up it. "Wanna get a late lunch?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 14:00:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure," he said, giving her over half of the tips and pocketing the rest. "There's a hot dog stand in Central Park. Blink told me about it, it's like his little not-so-secret secret place."
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 14:01:56 GMT -5
She tried to hand the money back to him. "Skitts, I don't need this. You keep it." She let him lead her towards the park.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 14:06:26 GMT -5
"No, it's yours. You helped me sell, it's your money," he insisted, his hands stubbornly shoved in his pockets.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 14:08:58 GMT -5
She sighed, taking the money, putting it in her pocket. Then a thought hit her and she smiled. She knew exactly what she was going to do with it.
She looped her arm through his, kissing his shoulder. "Thanks for hanging out with me."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 14:38:06 GMT -5
"Your thanks is appreciated, since it was really a hardship hanging out with you all morning and afternoon..." he said, trying to sound serious although nothing could've been further from the truth.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 14:42:01 GMT -5
She laughed at the mock-serious look on his face, and kissed his shoulder again. "You're a regular saint, Skittery."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 14:44:20 GMT -5
"Hey, I kinda like that idea... Saint Michael, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" he asked, looking far too pleased with himself.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 14:48:25 GMT -5
She glanced up at him. "Michael? Your real name's Michael?" He hadn't told her that before. "I like it." She smiled. "You look like a Michael. I might call you Mike from now on."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 14:52:05 GMT -5
His expression changed from egotistical to sheepish in less than one second. His mom used to call him Mike, and he'd always secretly loved it. His head perked up when he saw the hot dog stand, and he pointed to it. "Ah, there it is," he said, glad for the change of subject.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 14:54:30 GMT -5
She grinned, thinking that blush and lopsided grin he'd just had on his face was completely adorable. She went up to the vendor, buying herself a hot dog.
They hate in silence a minute before she looked up at him. "You can call me Maggie. If you want to."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 14:58:12 GMT -5
He remembered her writing her name the first day they met, but he liked that she invited him to call her Maggie. He just nodded, shooting her a crooked grin before stuffing the rest of his hot dog into his mouth and standing up to get another.
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