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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 23:03:00 GMT -5
"He painted this city skyline that's amazing." She answered for him, but actually brightened talking about it. "It's really good, and beautiful. He showed it to me last night when we--" she stopped abruptly, eyes widening.
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Post by Wraith on Nov 17, 2011 23:05:34 GMT -5
Wraith stared at her, then turned so red you'd think she'd been frying in the sun all day. She fiddled with a loose thread in the arm of the couch and stared at the floor instead.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 23:09:26 GMT -5
"...When we were on our date. I had told her about it, see, so I thought showing it to her would be a nice way to end the evening. And that's how it ended. Me showing her the painting. Yep. The end."
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Post by Wraith on Nov 17, 2011 23:12:31 GMT -5
"It's, um. None of my business." Wraith coughed. She wondered if he thought she was completely naive.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 23:12:45 GMT -5
For a second, Script looked like she might cry. She forgot about pretending, and her panic took over. She moved to the edge of the couch, looking at Wraith. "Oh, please, please don't tell Sebastian, Clara!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 23:14:25 GMT -5
Skittery stared at her, eyes wide. What the hell?
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Post by Wraith on Nov 17, 2011 23:14:30 GMT -5
Wraith jumped about a foot in the air at this sudden outburst, and curled up in a ball as if expecting an attack. "I...I...I'll try not to...m-mention anything," she babbled. Actually, Sebastian was in a stage where it seemed best not to mention Script at all--but if he asked Wraith about her directly, she didn't know if she could lie.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 23:18:18 GMT -5
Script's very carefully constructed existence was very slowly coming apart. "I just--he won't understand, and he--I don't want him mad at me, and--" she took a breath. Is this what a heart attack felt like? Because she was pretty sure she was having one.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 23:20:06 GMT -5
Wait. She didn't want him mad at her? She wasn't over this guy. She wasn't fucking over him. Well, that's great. He leaned back against the couch and stared into the fire, face grim.
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Post by Wraith on Nov 17, 2011 23:21:05 GMT -5
Wraith decided now was a very good time to disappear. And did so. She was gone from that room in an astonishing blur of speed.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 23:23:27 GMT -5
Clara was gone before Maggie could stop her, and she sunk back against the couch. Her bottom lip was trembling and she was very certain she was about to cry. When she turned and saw Skittery's face, her heart sank. "Mike..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 23:26:11 GMT -5
He didn't answer. Just kept staring.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 23:27:51 GMT -5
She bit her lip, sniffling back tears. She angled herself back to him, putting her hand on his arm, gently. "Mike, please..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 23:34:55 GMT -5
"Am I a fool or are you just a really good liar?"
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 23:37:04 GMT -5
She winced, biting her lip. "I never lied to you, Michael..." And she hadn't. She just maybe hadn't been so open with the truth.
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