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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 14, 2006 23:29:04 GMT -5
Amy made a sound in her throat, sort of like a growl/angry purr, and attempted to get down some more. "Please? I'll give you... Candy. or... A nickel... Or..." her eyes began to glow violet as she struggled.
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 14, 2006 23:43:24 GMT -5
"or?" he asked, pausing in his walk to the door.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 14, 2006 23:46:00 GMT -5
Something like 'mischievous' found it's way onto her face, and she grinned. "How about we negotiate that when you let me down, hmm?" Amy offered. "Though I don't know why you'd say no to the candy..."
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 14, 2006 23:50:08 GMT -5
"I can think of something sweeter..." he said smiling a bit. He let her down gently.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 14, 2006 23:54:35 GMT -5
Amy turned her face away momentarily, to attempt to hide her sudden blush, but got to her feet and jogged after him. "Thanks. Now..." Slipping inside before he could stop her, she gave him a smile and started walking down the hall. "What did we agree on, again?" Amy asked playfully, staying bit ahead of him as they walked.
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 14, 2006 23:57:29 GMT -5
"that you supply me with something sweeter than candy to sample" he said calmly and quietly.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 14, 2006 23:59:32 GMT -5
Amy actually jumped at his words, blushing a bright scarlet now, seemingly stunned into a state of speachless...ness, if that's a word. "Uh. Umm. Er. Oohh..."
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 15, 2006 0:04:35 GMT -5
"I'm sure you'll know where to direct me for such a tasty treat" he said, enjoying seeing her off balance.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 15, 2006 0:08:29 GMT -5
Putting her face in her hands, Amy tried to get 'balanced' and form a coherent sentance. Looking up, she gave him a very real glare, though it lacked anger. It was more frusteration. "Now that's not fair. You stop that." Not like she had anything to threaten him with... Damn telekineses.... Maybe if he turned his back...
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 15, 2006 0:10:46 GMT -5
"Are you game?" he asked, quite seriously. He loved seeing her squirm...
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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 15, 2006 0:15:08 GMT -5
Throwing her hands into the air, a gesture of surrender, Amy walked much quicker down the hall, mumbling confused, frusterated little sentance fragments under her breath, absorbed in her verbal abuse of Will, and very nearly running into a wall as they turned a corner.
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 15, 2006 0:16:36 GMT -5
"What?!" he said, grinning widely.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 15, 2006 0:19:58 GMT -5
"You! You... Ech. You. The school just got a bit more frusterating..." The last bit was mumbled , not unkindly, and Amy crossed her arms as they entered the... Kitchen? How come she wlays ended up here? "Hay! want some hot chocolate?"
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Post by Deathdealer on Aug 15, 2006 0:22:01 GMT -5
"Well I suppose that may be sweeter than some candies...." he said smirking still.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Aug 15, 2006 0:24:12 GMT -5
Amy growled once more as she moved to pull some clean mugs out of a cupboard, then put a kettle full of water on the stove. Moving to grab the hot chocolate mix, she had the milk in her hand when she turned around and crashed right into Will, milk going everywhere (and all over Will) as the milk container crunched in her grip. "Oops! Oh, I'm so sorry...."
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