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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 6:31 pm
"Aww...thanks, Fate." *purrs and snuggles into the pillows* n.n
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 6:34 pm
"You're welcome." n_____n +gets comfy and relaxs, sipping at her hot chocolate and listening to the fire crackle+
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 6:45 pm
*yawns and stretches* "How was your day?"
((And how was yours?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 6:51 pm
"It was ok. Kinda boring but ok. How about your's?"
((Pretty good. Got all my shopping done. :3))
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:05 pm
"Mine? Oh, it was pretty boring. Had nobody to talk to. But it got better."
((Same as Mallory.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:08 pm
"Aw, well, least it got better." +rubs her back+ :3
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:18 pm
*purrs* "Thanks. That feels so nice.." *moves closer to her*
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:24 pm
+smiles and continues, lightly massaging her shoulders+ "You're welcome." n___n
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:28 pm
*her ears twitch* "I like spending time with you. You're so sweet." n_n
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:31 pm
+blushes faintly+ "Really? You're sweet too." n___n +smiles and continues massaging her shoulders+
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:35 pm
"Hmm. Do you think you could sing another song?" *has a "pretty please?" type look on her face*
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:36 pm
+giggles+ "Just cuz of that pleading look, sure! Which song do you want me to sing?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:43 pm
*thinks* "Uh...how about... White Christmas?" *snuggles next to her*
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:47 pm
+snuggles back and nods then begins to sing for her, her voice soft and steady, easily creating each note and tune+
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:48 pm
*walks in and quietly sits in a beanbag chair, listening to the soft singing*
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