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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 18:43:57 GMT -5
As soon as she was out of the room, David let out a long breath, muttering under his breath and shifting himself in his pants before going back to painting.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 18:58:10 GMT -5
((haha!))
Zippy poked her head back in her bedroom, leaning against the door frame and looking at him. "I've been sketching a lot. My pad is on the table, if you wanna look at it."
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 19:00:12 GMT -5
David turned and nodded. "Okay." He set the paintbrush down, moving to the kitchen and sitting at the table, opening the sketch book.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 19:08:37 GMT -5
Zippy scooped rice and chicken into a bowl, settling it down in front of him and sitting down at the table. "You think its over, Dave? You think I'll be safe to go outside?"
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 19:09:57 GMT -5
He took hold of her hand, looking up at her. "It's over now, Erin. They're all either dead or in jail. It's over."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 19:17:39 GMT -5
"You said that last time," she said to him, with a sad smile.
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 19:22:39 GMT -5
He sighed. "But now it really is over, Erin. Please. You can't keep yourself locked up forever."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 19:23:28 GMT -5
"I'm not locked up!" She insisted. "I go to work."
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 19:24:53 GMT -5
He sighed. "But you're scared to."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 19:35:00 GMT -5
"You'd be too if you got attacked," Zippy pointed out, eyes on her bowl of chicken. "this is bland and terrible," she groaned, shoving the bowl away.
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 19:39:33 GMT -5
He sighed. "Erin, it's fine. What do you want me to do? How can I make you feel better?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 20:09:19 GMT -5
She got a hold of herself. "I'm fine." She said, reaching for her dinner again. "I'm fine."
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 20:15:35 GMT -5
He reached across the table for her hand, squeezing it lightly. "Sweetie..."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 29, 2011 20:18:22 GMT -5
"I'm fine, Dave," she repeated again, her tone final.
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Post by David on Dec 29, 2011 20:20:35 GMT -5
He let go of her hand, sitting back and sighing, frowning at the table top.
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