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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:37:58 GMT -5
He shook his head a bit, a smirk pulling at his own lips. "Nothin'. Just thinkin' 'bout you bakin', is all." It was half true.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:39:08 GMT -5
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Tell me the truth, you're a terrible liar."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:41:45 GMT -5
"No, it's nothin'! Really!" he assured her. Then, after a slight pause, "I'll tell you later, okay?" He was a bit too embarrassed to tell her right now.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:42:32 GMT -5
She cooed at him, kissing his lips softly. "Aw, baby, you can tell me anything."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:53:10 GMT -5
"Are you hungry?" he asked, eyeing her ravioli on the coffee table. "I can put that in the oven for ya, heat it up a little. I imagine it wouldn't be too appetizing cold."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:56:45 GMT -5
"I'm okay. I'm not hungry." She gave him an innocent smile, kissing his nose.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:16:19 GMT -5
He shot her a concerned look, letting out a soft sigh. "All right...if you say so."
((I kinda wanna skip to Christmas...is that allowed?))
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:18:11 GMT -5
((Haha, of course! I think we should let them have happy holidays before I complete rip their world apart  )) |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:28:43 GMT -5
((Sad )) Christmas wasn't a huge deal at the Lodging House. There was a small Christmas tree in the parlor, but most of the occupants didn't feel like celebrating there. Skittery wasn't too sure where they all went; in the past, he'd just walked around the city, going into whatever places were open and hanging out there until they kicked him out. He also went to visit his parents' graves. But this year, he had Maggie. And he actually woke up on Christmas morning with a smile on his face. He didn't have to sell today; who would actually be on the streets wanting to buy a paper anyway? Excitedly, he reached under his pillow and grabbed the small box he'd been hiding there for a few days now. He'd wrapped it in newspaper and tied a piece of string around it. It was the best he could do. |
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:31:59 GMT -5
Maggie was still asleep in bed. She was up late the night before because she'd gone to Midnight Mass at St. Patrick's. She didn't drag Mike along, figuring he'd just be bored and uncomfortable anyway, but going had soothed her.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:35:12 GMT -5
He jumped out of bed, disturbing the other sleeping newsies around him, and stepped into some pants. Then he snuck upstairs to the girls' room, smiling to himself as he quietly approached Maggie's bed. She looked too adorable when she was sleeping. He climbed into bed with her, putting an arm around her waist and kissing her ear.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:37:51 GMT -5
She shifted, smiling in her sleep, instinctively snuggling back against him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:42:26 GMT -5
"Maggie..." he whispered before kissing her ear again. "Wake up..."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 20:46:13 GMT -5
She shifted again, letting out a sleepy little hum, rolling over to face him, nuzzling the crook of his neck. "Mm, Merry Christmas, baby..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 20:46:57 GMT -5
He wrapped his other arm around her, rubbing her back gently. "Merry Christmas," he replied, smiling like a goof. "Did you have a nice time last night?"
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))