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 Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:18 pm
And she sees him in the crowd and somewhere in her mind she knows she should be pissed at him, but he's a friend and she's had time to cool down.
Mostly she doesn't want to be alone at this thing. Shun ditched, she ditched Thorne and Nevada ... It was turning into something socially disastrous. God forbid she be alone with herself for more than a few minutes.
She stormed over to where he was an instead of saying hi, gave him a punch on the back. "Even now," she declared. "Have you seen Connor?" She was totally only here to ask where another guy was. That was all.xmedigel the tsundere is on the other foot my friend
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 8:43 am
The strike had him whipping around, eyes flashing (how dare someone touch him, ew), but they dulled when he recognized who it was. "Not yet," he said, a little guarded. Chel wasn't one to really retain anger, but that didn't mean he was the same. "Mel not here?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 10:12 am
"Dunno," she said, avoiding the problem altogether. Ever since sleeping with Shun she'd been avoiding Mel because she knew as soon as she did she was going to break up with the girl, probably by blurting it out. Chel wasn't good at holding her problems in, just avoiding having to release it.
"Connor?" She still hadn't made total eye contact.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 9:50 pm
"Just said I didn't know." Jack wondered where her usual pep had gone. The art festival was basically a reason to socialize with free food. He fixed Chel with a look even as she continued to avoid his gaze. "You not having fun or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 11:52 pm
"'Course m'havin' fun," she immediately responded. "Got t'punch you in the back an' everythin'."
She gave him a grin; smile for the camera (probably literally). "What've you been up to jolly green?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:23 am
Not taking photos, as it turned out. Jack was missing his usual neck adornment, and his hands were firmly entrenched in his skinny jean pockets.
"Window shopping," he replied. "It's an excuse to check the local art scene if nothing else. You? Shoot anyone with magic finger pellets?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 10:10 am
"Since when d'you care about the local art scene?" she mocked slightly, ignoring the question regarding her finger guns.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 6:38 pm
"Since it started giving out free wine."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 6:43 pm
She could raise her glass to that.
She opened her mouth to say something but then saw something beautiful. There was a tiny station set up mostly for kids for face painting.
"I'll cut you a deal,' she said, pointing to the painter to bring it to his attention. "I pick yer paint, you pick mine. Whoever's is better has t'buy dinner."
Because god forbid they do anything but bet with each other.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:20 pm
Jack looked at the station with a small frown. "You want to bet on...face painting?" he asked. "I know you're desperate to actually win one've our bets, but that's ridiculous."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:24 pm
"I mean ... f'yer chicken s'fine ..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:27 pm
"There's no way we can decide on whose is the best, not without prejudice, and, again. Face painting? That's not even a competition. Do they have something like a carnival game here?" At least he was open to the idea of the bet.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:30 pm
"I didn't mean best like good. I meant shittiest." Obviously.
She looked a little disappointed she wasn't going to see butterfly face Jack but accepted that he was probably too stoic for it. "M'pretty sure they got some hoop things up over there." She pointed to where some ... meager games were set up; bean bag toss, bottles you tossed hoops around ... It was a city festival after all.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:46 pm
"Oh."
Well, that was a little different. Or a lot different, since he said, "You're on," next. Or maybe one of his moods had flipped the switch without warning; one could swear Jack's junk was still cursed with Aunt Flow once a month like the other girls.
Or maybe he wanted to do a long series of beat Chel at s**t since that always did make him feel better about being around people.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 10:08 pm
Compromise was something Chel was good at. "How 'bout best two outta three?" she said with a grin.
They had to wait a while in line behind a couple of kids that couldn't have been more than middle school age (not that Chel minded; in fact, she fit in) but eventually they made their way to two white folding chairs and that sit in front of face painters across from them. From here they were side by side and could see the progress on each others' face.
"Hello hello," she said to the lady across from her. She looked in her early twenties, like Chel, with long gangly dreads in her hair. The art major type. "We got a bet goin' on. He's gonna tell you what m'gettin' and m'gonna tell you-" she said to Jack's painter, "-What he's gettin'. Sound good?"
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