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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 13:58:57 GMT -5
He blinked. Why was she moving away? "Uh, I dunno. Two, I guess. Why?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 14:06:42 GMT -5
"I gotta go," She lied, sitting up and beginning to put her clothes on. "Sell some more papers. Look for a real job." She sighed, standing up and slipping her shoes back on and released her messy braid, shaking her hair out to rebraid it. She couldn't stay in bed all day with him. It was....too much. Too soon.
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 14:08:55 GMT -5
He got up reluctantly, doing up his pants, watching her. "You--" he took a breath, turning away from her as he put his shirt back on. "You don't have to pretend, Zippy. I get it." She didn't want him. Big surprise there.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 14:19:51 GMT -5
She gave him a confused look. "Get what? What are you talking about?" Sure, she didn't have to rush out this instant, but she really did need to sell more papers. And find a job. Great excuses to not lay in bed with him all day.
((Zippy is about to be abandoned at a bar by a very married Tristan, so if you want to end this here, with zippy/david having a bit of a misunderstanding, she could show up to his place later drunk and really upset))
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 14:22:41 GMT -5
((Um, yes. That. Now. Hehe))
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 14:27:05 GMT -5
((wanna just finish this up? have him storm out or something? or should i just start a new thread?))
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 14:30:26 GMT -5
((Start a new thread, while our dear Davey storms!))
He huffed, frowning. "You're trying to get away from me, and not really hiding it too well." He turned to her, looking upset. "Zip, I like you. But if that's not good enough for you, then I don't know what to do."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 14:34:15 GMT -5
Zippy looked at him like he was a crazy person, but now she was getting upset, too. He was so sensitive! She didn't need this. "Dave. You are being ridiculous. I have stuff to do, I can't just lay here all day! What the hell did you expect?"
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 14:36:48 GMT -5
"For you to be honest with me and not just run out, making excuses." He shook his fingers through his hair. He frowned. "Just...forget it. I gotta get home anyway." He gave her one last, almost sad, look, then left, grumbling all the way home.
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