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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:20:59 GMT -5
"Well, we'll see then" he said, smiling widely. "You coming to Jean and Logan's wedding?"
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:24:37 GMT -5
She nodded mutely, the talk of something else calming down her blush, though not by much. She nervously fiddled with her glasses waiting for a reply, somehow not caring she was sitting on a slightly uncomfortable, cool tile floor.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:28:15 GMT -5
"I'm supposed to be the best man and I have no idea what I'm doing..." he said, as he spoke he used his telekinetics to move a strand of hair that should have been tucked behind her ear.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:31:37 GMT -5
She shivered noticbly, thinking for prehaps the 40th time 'That really tickles!'. "Oh, I'm just a bridesmaid. But I-I'm sure you'll do fine. I mean, it can't be that difficult, can it? Just don't forget the rings, or anything... But I'm sure you wouldn't."
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:34:05 GMT -5
"Are you always this tense?" he asked, grinning even more broadly than before; it was beginning to hurt.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:35:30 GMT -5
She frowned a bit, looking thoughtful. "No. Not all the time." She shot him a slightly frusterated, slightly amused look. "Only when you grin at me like... that. I feel... Silly. Dizzy." She added, without thinking.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:38:32 GMT -5
"then you should stop being so amusing, l- " he cut himself off. He both remembered his agreement and realised he was flirting, but he didn't really care that he was flirting, twas not like he was taken.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:47:09 GMT -5
Amy seemed to realise this too and stood up slowly, muscles a bit stiff from sitting on the floor. "Er, I'm getting some water, do you want some?" Oh, wasn't didn't she just come up with the most interesting, intelligent comments. She mentally kicked herself and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, having to reach a bit.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:49:02 GMT -5
"I've still got my juice box" he said, feeling very sheepish
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 2:54:28 GMT -5
She let the water run a bit, then filled her glass. But before drinking she turned around and decided to be blunt. "Will, I heard... Do you drink blood?" She had her suspicions, and was lamost sure, but she wanted to ask. Her face, which normally broadcasted her every emotion, was now nearly unreadable.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 2:56:41 GMT -5
"...Yes...." he said simply, not knowing what she would respond to that with.
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 3:13:18 GMT -5
She set down her glass on the counter and walked quietly over. Kneeling down without even a word of explination she gently placed her hand on his chin and made him open his mouth gently, looking interested when she saw the slightly pointed incisors. Something sparked in her eyes as she released his chin. "I thought so, I figured I was just seeing things when you were smiling, though." She said quietly, moving her gaze from his teeth to his eyes. No fear or even anything unpleasent was there. Laughter?
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 3:16:17 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow in utter confusion, what could be so funny?
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Post by Amy Johnson on Dec 28, 2005 3:20:36 GMT -5
Giggling, she raised a hand to her mouth as if to try and hide her obvious amusement. "Um, it's just, er..." A bit more muffeld laughter, but now she looked a bit embaressed, or searching for a non-weird, non-slang way to say this. "That's sort of, um..." Attractive? Down right hot? His teeth, she meant, of course.
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Post by Deathdealer on Dec 28, 2005 3:23:46 GMT -5
"Sort of......?" he repeated, hoping that if he said it she'd complete it
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