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Post by Marguerite on Feb 9, 2008 19:39:47 GMT -5
"Yeah," Julien agreed, turning to look at the retreating figure before realizing, oh hey, he was trying to hide something behind his back. He ended up awkwardly and suddenly packing up against the doorframe, entirely crushing his hand and the rose.
Hm. He ought to buy spairs.
"And no, didn't see her. Any reason, mon ame?" He couldn't get the rose out from behind his back now. Hm. Problem.
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Post by october on Feb 9, 2008 19:47:16 GMT -5
"Um, no, no reason in particular.... Are you okay?" she asked carefully after a moment of watching him with one brow raised.
ooc; Miserably short. Sorry. >.<
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 9, 2008 20:00:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, fi-ow!" Julien said. Owowow, who knew thorns could go so deeply into flesh? He winced, attempted to turn it into a smile, and cleared his throat.
"So! Would you razzair spend your time looking for lost jewelry and reading about...." Julien picked up a scroll by the door and scanned it. "... Greek pirates... or spend your time wiz your zamazing boyfriend who brings you-" a sharp tug, and ah ha! Loose! "-flowers? Or... flower."
He held out a much worse for the wear rose and then frowned at it. "Eet looked much better when I came into ze library."
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Post by october on Feb 9, 2008 20:14:10 GMT -5
She brought two fingers to her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. She took it from him, gingerly righting the stem with her finger. "It looks beautiful," she said. "An I-have-lived rose."
She sighed, making a show of weighing her desicion carefully. "Well, I do love those Greek pirates..." she mused thoughtfully. "But, in my experience, they don't kiss as well as my amazing boyfriend, soo...." She looped her arm through his, smiling coyly. "Lead the way, monsieur."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 9, 2008 20:26:04 GMT -5
"You could say that," Julien replied, though he thought the rose looked pretty dead. It was kind of her, though.
"'Ave you been seeing Greek pirates behind my back?" Julien asked, dramatically pressing a hand to his heart before realising he still had thorns in his thumb. "Ow. 'Ow will I evair go on? Even if I am a bettair kisser? Is so tragic I might keep ze zorns in my fingers. Ow." ---- ooc; Any idea where you want this to go?
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Post by october on Feb 9, 2008 20:42:26 GMT -5
ooc; No. Lol, YOU'RE the amazing boyfriend. That's your job. *coughs* ---------
She giggled and grabbed hold of his hand, pulling it up so she could better examine it. "Hold still a minute," she chastised with a snort. "Mm..." She squinted and in one swift yank, had the thorn out. She kissed his finger and then squeezed his hand. "Come on, drama queen. I'll close early so we can go somewhere."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 10, 2008 3:06:36 GMT -5
"Ow! Zat 'urt!" He looked at her in false reproach until she did the proper girlfriend thing and kissed it to make it better.
Great, of all the times for his brain to short-circut. He began to wish she'd picked the Greek pirates instead. They probably had some idea of what they were doing.
"Euh... truth is, I, euh... waltzed in 'ere and demanded your attention wizzout any ozzair plans." He cringed. "I'm a bad boyfriend."
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