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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 22:50:10 GMT -5
His eyes widened at that, but he tried not to show any anxiety in his voice. "Do you...remember specifically?"
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 22:52:48 GMT -5
She nodded slowly. "You--you said not to worry about it..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 22:55:05 GMT -5
"...Oh.". Well, this wasn't good. "Uh..."
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 22:55:59 GMT -5
"It's--it's okay. I just...wanted you to know." She turned away from him, tilting her face up in the water.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 23:00:20 GMT -5
He sighed, trying to think of what to say. But his mind was in a fog and his head ached so badly. "Look, Mags... I'm sure it'll be okay..."
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 23:01:54 GMT -5
She nodded. "Uh huh. I'm sure you're right. It's no big deal." Except it was, and she was nervous about it. ((Hey, I'm not feeling so great, so I'm gonna go to bed early  )) |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 23:04:11 GMT -5
He could tell she was nervous, so he started massaging her shoulders, returning the favor. "I'm here for you, Mags. You don't have to worry about that, at least..."
((Aww! Okay, feel better!))
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 11:29:59 GMT -5
She sighed, leaning back into his touch. "I just...I feel like I'm surrounded in bad luck. Like the universe is just out to get me."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 11:36:14 GMT -5
"It's not. Everyone has shit times, but everyone also has really good times, too..." he assured her, leaning forward to kiss her temple.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 11:36:56 GMT -5
She bit her lip. "Mike...what happens if...well, if?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 11:40:46 GMT -5
He let out a deep sigh. "...I don't know, Mags. I really don't."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 11:43:04 GMT -5
She chewed on her lip, then sighed, pulling away from him to wash her hair. "Let's just not think about it."
((Holy moly, I just got an EVIL PLOT BUNNY!))
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 11:46:43 GMT -5
"Okay..." he replied, nodding slowly. He stepped out so she could have some alone time.
((Is it what I think it is?!))
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 11:52:42 GMT -5
((I'll PM you!))
She chewed on her lip, not saying anything. She washed her hair, then turned the water off. "Can you get me a towel?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 11:56:54 GMT -5
He grabbed her what he thought was a fresh towel (you could really never tell) and handed it to her over the door. "Feeling better?" He sure wasn't.
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))