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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:36 pm
ninja
*grabs a cup of coffee and retreats to one of the back booths of the Bistro with his laptop and begins typing*
-taka taka taka taka taka tak tak-
"Chapter One.... it was a dark and stormy.... night."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:42 pm
*Looks at Hellboy*
A reading ?. I don't know... I mean, that nice lovely kid could enter at any time...
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:49 pm
Ohh... you know looking at the back cover it mentions that a new book in the series will be coming out soon
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:52 pm
"... -Don't walk away from me Clint-. Steve's voice was stern. He may not be wearing the costume but the imposing status of Captain America wasn't diminished in the slightest. -If you're in trouble again, I want to know. Hell, I am your friend, I deserve to know !-
And that was it. Anger burning deep in his eyes Clint turned sharply. He was ready to face his friend's words but everything came to a stop when he collided against Steve's rock hard abs. When had he moved so close ?... "
And... And there's a second part ?
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:00 pm
He ran his fingers softly over the dark beauty of Steve's face - the features that felt like a living sculpture. His eyes, Clint decided, for the thousandth time in his life, he loved those warm eyes best. He even loved the expression of irritation and reproof in them -
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:09 pm
*snuggles down into the booth and reads on*
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:14 pm
*Looks around*. Where did Chris go ?... He's missing the good stuff.
"... It couldn't have been more than a second but the silence that followed felt like a frozen eternity.
Embarassment took hold of him and an apology started to form in Clint's throat but what happened next surprised him more than any other feat he had seen the man called Steve Regers do before: without further words, the taller man had bent his head a bit lower.
And that was all the invitation Clint needed."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:20 pm
I know !. And he wants to stop the flow of this into his bookstore ? gonk
Men...
Why would they care if there's no fight and no one's bleeding to death...
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:31 pm
Dang is late !. Time to take my leave... whee
See you around Clarice.
And when you see Chris tell him that I still want my Thoki books.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:33 pm
Patience The Magdalena Dang is late !. Time to take my leave... whee
See you around Clarice.
And when you see Chris tell him that I still want my Thoki books.
.....Thoki? gonk Ew, gross.
*goes back to typing, having taken some notes from the reading*
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:54 pm
I'll tell him!
((he's in the other room doing some little science activity with my 12 yr old sister. Some sort of 'crystal growing kit thing" ))
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Pietro Django Maximoff QS
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:00 pm
::Sits on a chair cleaning his nails::
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