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Post by Marguerite on Mar 19, 2008 12:57:47 GMT -5
"Very whiny," Gavin agreed. "It's all, 'Oh no, the dragon's been awful and done this and I need you to slay it', or, 'oh I'm trapped in a tower and I can't check for split eeeeeeeeeends, won't you have a look when I drop my huge braid out of the window', or 'oh noooooooo, I've lost something and I'm much too lazy to go and get it myself so I'll send you to risk life and limb instead of doing the clever thing and putting up lost signs and taking out an ad in the paper'." He rolled his eyes. "Believe me, if I had to keep a Damsel Closet, I'd fall on my own sword."
Gavin laughed. "Sounds like a plan, Highness. I'll leave the damsels to stew in their own tears of rage and argue over the bathroom mirror and then go out and grow soy-garlic."
Hang on. He was sitting with a princess he technically rescued and doing his usual routine of acting awkward and saying nothing of value. Dammit, he was going to break the mold! He was going to stop being pathetic!
"Actually, Highness, as great as it would be to open up a farm with you, would you... maybe like to go to dinner first?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Mar 26, 2008 0:37:51 GMT -5
“Oh! Yeah, that would be great! You should come over to dinner at my place on like, Saturday night?” Obviously the sun had impacted her decision-making part of her brain. The bad part of the decision was not to go out with Gavin. No, he was nice, and funny, and cute. That was the issue. Had Genevieve been at 100% brain capacity, she would have remembered exactly who her father was and how he felt about his only daughter dating (or even looking at, really) boys. And so, she would have spared him the pain of bringing him to the Hell that would be their dining room table and suggested they hit up this little bistro in the hip part of Chimera.
But she didn’t.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 27, 2008 15:12:03 GMT -5
"The palace?" Gavin asked uncertainly.
No, the moon. Duh.
Where did he think princesses lived anyways?
"Sure. That sounds great, Highness. Should I, er... dress up?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Apr 4, 2008 0:04:37 GMT -5
“Of course. You know where it is, right? Oh, of course you do. You were there for the masquerade.”
Genevieve stood and brushed off her cotton twill skirt. “No, it’ll be casual,” she paused, her definition of casual wasn’t exactly the average definition of casual. “Well, actually, more like semi-formal? Uhm, like church-clothes? Is that alright?”
Genevieve put her ‘persuasive face’ on (it involved a good deal of eyelash fluttering), “Would you mind taking me home? I can’t ride bareback and sidesaddle, and I kind of don’t want to wait around until it’s dark. Unless you need to get back to work. Because, I totally understand.”
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