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 Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 10:38 pm
Still coughing, and clutching the counter, she didn't even think about what she was doing when she sent *That's what got me in this mess in the first place!* the sending was a bit tart tinged with humor.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 10:45 pm
He smiled, If you do not start breathing deep to calm this coughing, I might have to pat your back like a child. His own thoughts were steeped in humor, so much so that Maria sat silently and watched the two together.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 10:52 pm
She shot him a weak glare as she kept coughing. *You like having fingers?* came the retort. Again she was too busy coughing to be confused by everything, she was being more her...and the threat wasn't ENTIRELY genuine.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 10:59 pm
I am serious. I do not like seeing you in such a state. It does not help my nerves.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:01 pm
"It's just a.." okay...talking is a bad idea. She pounded her own chest. *It's just a cough, for crying out loud*
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:04 pm
"And you could choke and die. I will not allow that to happen."
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:08 pm
*I'm not going to die because I inhaled my breakfast!* she sent, exasperated. the coughs were finally dying down, though tears from then were rolling free of her eyes.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:13 pm
If you say so. He shrugged and turned to Maria. "What did our guest have for breakfast today?"
She smiled, "Oatmeal, toast, and orange juice."
"I take it she liked it very much."
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:16 pm
She eyed him, weighing the temptation to upend the remains of the oatmeal over his head. The temptation was strong, but it would be such a waste of truly good food, even if it would be amusing.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:20 pm
I can hear your thoughts, Little One. "SHe did like it very much." Eric smiled teasingly at her. "Maria is an excellent cook. Many say so."
The older woman blushed. "Thank you Eric. Now...if you'll excuse me...I need to be checking on Antonio." She smiled and left the kitchen, looking for her husband.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:23 pm
She wrinkled her nose. She wasn't sure she liked that. It did mean, however, that she could entertain herself with images of him covered in gloppy goopy oatmeal without having to waste any of it to get the same effect...
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:27 pm
He picked the thoughts from her mind and pushed down his own not so noble thoughts. "You should not tease me so. I will not take you shopping...or perhaps I'll forget that I'm entertaining the thought of letting you have an animal companion in the house."
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:32 pm
Her head shot up. "My animal friends could come here?" she asked. Yes, she took his "An" and made a plural.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:34 pm
"If you stop spilling oatmeal on me in your head, and they can either avoid or live with the knowledge that my pack will want to maintain it's dominant place."
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:41 pm
She laughed a bit, imagining the oatmeal purple then nodded, focusing on her juice intently, but really...it was like trying not to think of a pink elephant..... pink oatmeal. A small snort laugh actually escaped her.
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