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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 8, 2008 21:54:14 GMT -5
"I don't think it's such a problem for girls to find him attractive. A friend, you know, but an attractive friend. The real trick will be finding a girl that does the same for him." She paused. She'd really have to be something, if she didn't affect David.
"Oh, I don't really know. But wouldn't you think? It's not fair that he should be forced to be alone just for being himself."
She giggled. "Of course I don't want you to die. Hopefully you haven't just jinxed yourself...."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 9, 2008 2:06:58 GMT -5
"That's true," Gavin said. There was absolutely no reason for him to be jealous. Nope. The interest Samantha had in David? Friendly. Not the love of the challenge or anything. Not the lure of the unattainable.
Dang. He was far too simple to be romantically interesting. As great as it was to be emotionally stable, switching around from various levels of embarassment wasn't exactly as appealing as broodingly romantic antiheroes.
"Yeah, I hope not," Gavin said, with a wince. "I have probably the worst luck of anyone I know. Honestly. Once I picked up a lucky penny and, while I was picking it up, someone stole my wallet and a piano nearly dropped on my head."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 2:13:38 GMT -5
Gavin had pinned it down rather neatly, though not even she realized it herself.
She stared at him, looking somewhat baffled, unsure of what to say. "Gavin," she said, finally. "That's... terrible. Surely some good things happen to you."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 9, 2008 2:46:39 GMT -5
"Um... I won a year's worth of bagels once," Gavin said, leaning back. There had to be something....
"And... oh! I won a horse and inherited the deed to my appartment. And sometimes I win tournaments. The other knights tend to periodically show their devotion to their ladies by writing poetry instead of practicing or occasionally going mad and running off into the woods to prove the inordinate amount of sway their ladies have on their emotional well-being. I'm pretty stable. I do well enough."
He smiled. "Oh and hey! You're still talking to me instead of saying you need to wash your hair or something. D'you want to... er, I guess we can't go to tea again, but we could go for a walk or something?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 2:53:31 GMT -5
"A years supply of bagels. How quaint," she replied flatly.
"A walk?" she said, a shade doubtul. Chimera, after a performance? She pushed aside her fear. You couldn't get much better protection than an actual knight. ....right?
She nodded. "Okay. Let me grab my cloak, and put on different shoes."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 9, 2008 16:35:03 GMT -5
"I like bagels," Gavin replied, a little defensively. "Made my morning every day for a year. They were really good bagels, too."
Gavin heaved an inward sigh of relief. If he was going to be awkward all evening, at least being out of Samantha's room would keep the blood flowing to his brain. "Sure. Need me to leave while you change?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 11, 2008 0:53:05 GMT -5
She laughed softly. "Don't be silly. Unless you have a problem with bare ankles," she added, glancing at him before bending and unlacing her ballet shoes. She slipped them off and arched her toes, giving a tiny sigh of relief. She hated to put more shoes on the poor things, but oh well.
She shoved on a pair of more sensible shoes and grabbed her long cloak, throwing it over her shoulders. She took hold of the crook of his elbow, smilling. "Shall we, then?"
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 0:02:46 GMT -5
"Er... no?" Gavin replied, a little uncertainly. Was he supposed to be? Chilvarically speaking, he probably shouldn't even be in her bedroom. Were ankles a problem?
"Let's go then."
ooc; And done!
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