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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 18:46:45 GMT -5
Zippy blushed. "No, I didn't know that," She said softly, desperate to change the subject again. "You are awfully flattering, David Jacobs."
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 18:49:27 GMT -5
He smiled at her, looking at her face, blushing, too. "Nah. Just telling the truth and making a fool of myself."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 18:53:11 GMT -5
"Who says you are making a fool of yourself?" Zippy asked, tilting her head at him. He was being much more blunt that she had expected, but it was nice. A bit much, but nice all the same.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 18:54:10 GMT -5
He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "Well, I mean...I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to flirting..."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 18:56:07 GMT -5
"Really?" Zippy asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why do you say that? I think you are doing a wonderful job" She smiled at him.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 19:03:30 GMT -5
He turned red, but grinned at her. "Really? So...it's working, then?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 19:04:53 GMT -5
"I'd say so," Zippy laughed, her cheeks turning pink. "But I'm not sure what your definition of 'working' is."
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 19:08:52 GMT -5
He lifted a shoulder, because he wasn't so sure, either. "Well, I mean...can we count today as a date?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 19:18:00 GMT -5
Zippy smiled at him. He was cute, she'd give him that. And he made her feel blissful and playful again. "Yes, I think we can. But you keep asking me questions. I wanna hear more about you. Besides for being in a rough patch with your friends, what do you enjoy doing when you aren't leading the newsies to strike victories?"
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 19:23:21 GMT -5
He laughed, pleased with the turn things were taking. "I dunno. I'm kinda boring. I'm real good at Scrabble and I'm in charge of helpin' my parents with bills since I do math the best. I like it here at the zoo, and sitting by the pond in the park to read."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 19:29:55 GMT -5
"And how is that boring?" Zippy asked, chuckling to herself. David seemed like a pure guy- someone she should be with, but a guy like that had never shown that much interest in her.
Plus, she was crazy. Innocent, pure, and polite did NOT mix with crazy, abandoned, and bruised. It just didn't.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 19:35:09 GMT -5
He shrugged. "I'm just not as fun or exciting as some of the other guys. I'm not as charming as Jack, or a party animal like Race and Blink, or cool like Spot, and I'm definitely not as, well, big and manly as that Tristan guy from Brooklyn."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 20:41:45 GMT -5
"Tristan is an asshole, you don't want to be anything like him," zippy replied, rolling her eyes.
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Post by David on Nov 27, 2011 20:47:24 GMT -5
He blinked at her, surprised by her immediate response. "O--okay. Guess I don't then." He looked at her curiously.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 27, 2011 21:11:08 GMT -5
"David," Zippy began, looking at him seriously, "I know that I just met you and all, and I'm saying this in front of a couple of camels, but if you don't start believing in yourself that you're great, no one else will either. It's pure fact." It is what Tag always told her, so Zippy believed it to be true. Even though she had trouble seeing herself as much. But David didn't have to know that.
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