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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:02:24 GMT -5
She giggled a little, amused by how much he appreciated her cooking. Skittery made her feel appreciated in general.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:05:49 GMT -5
He was done in about three minutes. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach, and sighed satisfactorily.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:06:43 GMT -5
She laughed, finishing herself, then she got up, carrying the dishes to the sink, back to him as she began to wash them.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:13:48 GMT -5
He immediately got up and nudged her away. "Lemme do this," he said, taking the sponge from her after rolling his sleeves up.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:16:08 GMT -5
She blinked at him, surprised. "Huh?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:20:15 GMT -5
He blinked back at her. "You cooked, so I'll clean." Wasn't that how it worked?
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:22:17 GMT -5
She stared at him a minute, completely overwhelmed with emotion. She was afraid she'd say something stupid, so she leaned up and kissed him deeply.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:24:33 GMT -5
He chuckled a little but didn't hesitate to kiss her back. "What? What is it?"
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:25:43 GMT -5
She let out a breath, saying softly. "You're just so wonderful, Mike. You're practically perfect. The perfect guy." Her insides clenched, feeling guilty.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:29:35 GMT -5
He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "I'm not perfect, Mags. No one is."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:37:22 GMT -5
She sighed. "But you're pretty close." And she was sure he deserved better than what she was able to offer him.
She smiled at him softly. "Okay. Do the dishes. Then meet me in the parlor?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:44:10 GMT -5
He nodded, smiling back at her before going back to the dishes. As he scrubbed and rinsed, he couldn't help but think what would happen if Script was pregnant... What would they do? They couldn't afford a baby, not with both of them being newsies. And her father would surely kill him...
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:53:37 GMT -5
She took the time alone in the parlor as an opportunity to freak out silently, taking a few deep breaths.
She was overwhelmed by her feelings for Skittery, and the fear of what their mistake might lead to scared her beyond reason.
She gathered herself together before he came in, though, sitting on the couch and watching the fire.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 14:55:59 GMT -5
When he was finished cleaning up, he made his way over to the parlor, leaning in the doorway for a bit. "You sure you're alright?" he asked softly. She looked like she was thinking hard about something.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 14:57:11 GMT -5
She turned to him, giving him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah. Just thinking. I guess I'm a little nervous..."
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