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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 14:36:57 GMT -5
She arched a brow at him. "Michael...show me. Or I'm gonna let Ginger claw at you."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 15:45:49 GMT -5
"Okay, well it's not completely done yet... And remember that I didn't draw this from observation, just memory and imagination..." He tilted the sketch pad toward her to reveal a picture of a meadow of daisies.
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 15:51:02 GMT -5
She took a breath, looking at it. "Oh, Mike...it's so pretty!"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 15:55:11 GMT -5
"You like it?" he asked, looking at it with a critical eye. The perspective was a bit off, and the colors weren't as vibrant as he'd like.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 15:57:06 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "I love it. Love it so much." She kissed his mouth. ((I'm gonna take a nap, I don't feel so good  )) |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 16:03:17 GMT -5
"Good, I'm glad you do," he said, beginning to put the finishing touches on the picture.
((Aww feel better!!))
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Post by Script on Dec 22, 2011 17:17:20 GMT -5
She smiled, watching him. She snuggled with Ginger, and felt completely content.
((I have soo many threads going on right now, and I think the next thing with them is dramatic as hell, so I want to put these two aside, just for the time being))
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Post by Skittery on Dec 22, 2011 17:51:12 GMT -5
((Okay!))
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