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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 22:28:40 GMT -5
"Anyone who loves zoos is considered classy to me," Zippy responded, turning her body towards him.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 22:36:31 GMT -5
He swallowed, looking down at her. She was awfully, awfully close to him. "Well...then I guess I'm classy..."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 22:56:58 GMT -5
"You got that over other guys," Zippy pointed out, noticing his eyes were blue. A really pretty shade of blue. "I can guarantee you that neither Jack, Spot or Tristan has any class."
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 23:07:03 GMT -5
He smiled a little crookedly, meeting her eyes, one hand playing with her hair. "So...that works in my favor then."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 23:13:45 GMT -5
Zippy suddenly wanted to kiss him, the urge catching her off guard.
She didn't usually go for the nice guys.
She turned away, blushing a bit, and stood up. "I, uhh, gotta get back to sell the evening edition," Zippy cleared her throat, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 23:15:15 GMT -5
His face fell. For a second, he was sure she was going to kiss him. "Oh. Yeah, of course." He cleared his throat, moving to stand up.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 23:23:16 GMT -5
"You gonna sell too? Or do you have to go home for dinner or something?" Zippy asked as they made their way out of the zoo.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 23:26:21 GMT -5
"I could sell." He glanced over at her. "We could sell together. If you wanted to."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 23:33:23 GMT -5
"Um..." Zippy hesitated. "I don't know, Dave."
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 23:34:51 GMT -5
He winced. Of course she wouldn't want to. She was probably tired of him hanging around, anyway. "Right. Sure. No problem. I, uh, I can leave you alone."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 23:37:44 GMT -5
"No, Dave, I didn't mean it like that. I just....don't really want you to see me sell, that's all." Zippy offered, embarrassed. "I want to see you again."
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 23:42:32 GMT -5
He blinked, confused. "Why would you not want me to see you sell?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 23:44:25 GMT -5
"Because....c'mon Dave, please force your mind through family dinners and ducks at the pond." Zippy begged, not sure how else to phrase it.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 23:45:29 GMT -5
He blinked. "I...have no idea what you're talking about."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 23:48:37 GMT -5
Zippy rolled her eyes. "I flirt with the men leaving Madame Barry's to get them to buy my papers. Twas why I have issues with the morning edition- not as many customers in the mornings." She shrugged. "I don't want you to see me like that." She frowned, a bit unhappy she had to lay it all out for him.
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