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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 7:44 pm
He sighed knowing he was fighting a loosing battle. Maybe after time she'd see what a mistake she made "Your the only one... that should tell you something!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 7:46 pm
::her grin takes on a smug tone:: good, i hate taking the road well traveled... and being first always has it's perks. it means that when people start flocking toward you and realizing what a great guy you are, you'll still remember me
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 7:49 pm
He rolled his eyes "Don't worry there won't be any lines trying to get to me... expect when they want to lock me away. And I doubt I'd ever be able to forget you... even if I tried!""
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 7:51 pm
i do try to be rememberable :;teasingly as she gives him one last little sqeeze then stands carefully, offering him her hand to help him up:: coffee's done and i think we both need the buzz right about now
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:44 pm
Taking her hand he stands as well "yeah.. coffee sounds good! I could use the sanity." He pauses and shifts uncomfortably "Uhh thanks by the way... for you know being comforting and stuff. Just don't tell anyone else about it please?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:46 pm
::rubs the back of her neck, also seeming a bit uncomfortable:: hey, you don't tell, i won't tell :;a bit gruffly:: my brothers would never let me hear the end of it... they'd tell me i was acting like a girl ::makes a face as she feels around for two mugs::
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:50 pm
He gives her a look of disbelief "But you ARE a girl. Why would that be an insult?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:54 pm
you don't have to remind me :;dryly:: people look at me and, if they don't have any idea who i am, they see this... cute... little... girl ::said with great disgust:: and they treat me like i'm gonna break.. i HATE it! i'm not like that, i'm not fragile, i'm not all that little ::she actually kind of was:: and i'm NOT a girly chit that can't take care of herself... i'd rather be genderless or mistaken for a boy than have anyone clump me in the "girl" catagory
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:58 pm
He stared "... and people say I have issues. Like it or not your a girl and thus will be put in the so called 'girl' category. But... I wouldn't call you cute. Your too tough and kinda... overwhelming to be cute."
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:02 pm
i'm gonna take that as a complament :;dryly:: and i've done well enough to avoid being labled a girl... female is fine, female is my gender but i'm not a girl... look, it's an issue with me, like i said, and the only thing i'm more sensitive about is my vo.... ::snaps her mouth shut, mentally smacking herself for being so open with him. granted, she considered him her friend, but these were things she hadn't told even her closest brother!:: coffee?
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:02 pm
*Ran looked to Glory with a smile and sighed a breath of relief. At least she seemed to be alright* They're still working on going to Tokyo about the tower incident. Are you sure that you're alright? You did kind of collapse in public. *He smirked at her playfully and looked with a slight concern for her*
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:05 pm
stare "Sure... you got milk and sugar?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:07 pm
mmhmm... should be in the fridge... ::waving in the direction of the fridge:: umm.... bottom shelf, i think... if not there, then in the door... ::she hesitates, trying to figure out how best to pour the coffee without spilling it::
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:14 pm
He gets the milk out and walks over to her snatching the coffee pot out of her hands and pouring it into the two mugs. "There! Now do you take milk and sugar in yours?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:15 pm
neither, i prefer it black... ::grateful he'd solved the problem for her, though she wasn't about to admit to it. espcially not after the little rant about how she hated being viewed as helpless:: thanks
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