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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:54 pm
Flint flushed at Lucius' last words. He was about to protest when the door was shut and figured it would be a waste arguing with an object rather than the person how was probably no longer behind it.
He looked to Dasha and smiled at her embarrassment, if thats what it was. It seemed to be. Apparently this was some guy she relatively cared for.
"A friend from work? And if you have to work I don't want to keep you. As much as I'd like to spend my day here with you, I would hate to impose."
.: When I'm writing at school, I've started to automatically put the bold BBC tag in front of all my dialog. The same at the end too, I close the tag. I think I have my brain set to always do that now. XD :.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 8:14 am
((I know, so do I. Even when I'm writing in OOC sometimes I'll start to put the tags in.))
Dasha shook her head quickly at his comment. "No, no," she said, still shaking her head a bit. "I don't have to go. I never take days off and I'm much to valuable for my boss to fire me." She gave a slight smile at her last comment.
"That was Lucius from work. He is far too...well...he'll do what he says. If he tells my boss that I'm ill then what's the point of me going to work? It will just be obvious that he was lying." She looked at him, an almost pleading look in her eyes. She didn't want to go to work.
Well....unless Tim was there and she brought Flint with her...... A small smile threatened as she thought about it. She glanced down at Flint once again. "Unless you want to come with me," she cooed, a mischievous smile coming to her lips.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 5:53 pm
Flint shrugged his shoulders.
"Its up to you. You said you didn't want to go to work and if you don't want to then don't unless there's some strong alternative reason making you want to." A smile pulled at his lips, "I'm thinking there is. What is it. Want to show off your dead boyfriend?"
Instantly he flushed. Was... he... her boyfriend? He didn't know. He had simply assumed that they were together. How silly of him to just think that she thought of him that way. She had said she loved him but... people loved dogs too. And books. And food. He wasn't food. Technically. But was he different from anything like that? He'd like to think he was different from a dog or a ham sandwich. Though, he wouldn't mind being called tasty.
He spoke again but in a much more mellow tone, still embarrassed. "I could use some food. I still eat food right? My stomach aches."
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:16 pm
Dasha smiled much like a little kid who had gotten caught doing something they knew they weren't supposed to do. She tilted her head to one side, still smiling, looking at Flint. "Aw, how did you know?" she said.
She paused for a moment before practically pouncing on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him once and pulled away to look at him, her arms still wrapped around his neck. "There's a guy at work who's obsessed with me," she replied, truthfully. "I thought that maybe if he saw me with you he'd leave me alone. Or you can beat him up for me. Either way..." She kissed him again after she stopped talking. She felt all giddy, which was odd, but somehow amusing to her.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:59 pm
Flint sunk into her embrace and kissed her hungrily upon the lips.
"I can scare him off for you," he said pulling away for the moment, "I would rather not go without a shirt though. Can we stop at a stall on the way there? I promise to be quick about it."
He wrapped his arms around her gently and held her close as they stood there, her warmth making his heart flutter. She made him forget about everything that troubled him.
He kissed her once more before loosening his grip around her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 7:10 pm
Dasha smiled and returned with one more kiss before letting go of him and walking back to her closet. She pulled out her work clothes before looking back to Flint. "Just promise me that this won't be the last time I see you without a shirt," she teased, winking at him before going to her bathroom.
She shut the door and changed quickly. She emerged a few moments later in a tightly fitting top and skirt. She tossed her old clothes on the back of the chair and adjusted the buttons on her top.
"Do you know of a specific stall you want to stop at?" she asked, walking back over to Flint.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 7:20 pm
"Anything is fine," said Flint as he watched her return. She was quite cute. His face flushed slightly.
"Ah,... That shirt is so tight...." he muttered slightly before looking towards the door. "I don't have any money. I'll have to pay you back. Is that alright?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 7:44 pm
Dasha looked down at her bust at his comment. "Yeah....they really weren't made for women with my body type..." she commented before walking out of her room towards her front door.
"And yes, that's fine," she replied, slipping on her shoes. "Are you ready?"
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:57 pm
Flint couldn't help himself for the idea persisted in his mind. He stepped up behind her and reached around, grabbing her chest.
"Perhaps it may not be meant for your type but I won't be complaining," he said with a smirk as he squeezed slightly. He... hoped... she knew he wasn't being a true a**. He himself was even having a hard time accepting the fact that he was doing something so... piggish. But... She was so cute. And possibly cuter angry.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 8:01 am
Dasha practically jumped at his sudden...grab. It surprised her since he hadn't done anything like that, or even hinted at it, yet. She looked down at his hands, the initial wideness of her eyes had gone to a more confused look as she stared. She pouted her lip in slight confusion before a small smile slipped to her face.
She reached up and grabbed his hands in her's and squeezed them. She twisted her head to look at him, a sly grin on her face. "Getting a bit touchy feely, are we?" she said, staring at him.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:16 pm
His face was flushed quite a lot but he denied the apology that threatened to spill out. Instead he just smiled. He was able to mutter a faint "Maybe" before pulling away and preparing himself for the cold outside.
He wasn't looking forward to this.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:45 pm
Dasha shook her head and smacked Flint in the back of the head with her hand. It wasn't hard, it wasn't meant to hurt, it was just for effect. "Bad boy," she said before skipping off in front of him. She shut the door on her way out and paused once she was a few feet ahead of him. She glanced back at him before turning and continuing to walk.
"So we're going off to the market. Can you find your way there yet? You had a terrible sense of direction when I first met you."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:10 pm
Flint nodded, his skin prickling slightly. "Mhm. But lets hurry so you don't end up being late... or before... your friend... the tall fellow, gets there before us."
He took her hand and started walking, not looking at her as he attempted to hide his face for it was warm and flushed. He seemed to be doing that a lot these days.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:28 pm
Dasha walked along with him as he took her hand. She glanced to him for a moment before leaning over and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. She said nothing and just continued walking.
They made it to the market shortly and she looked around. "Ah, you'll have to lead the way from here," she said. "I don't know what you want."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:35 pm
Finding his old outfit was hard enough at a specialty store. Doing the same but with street vendors was asking to be frustrated. He scanned each stall and eventually found a nice white button up shirt and black vest at separate places. The last thing to be found was his signature hat which, in comparison to the others, was surprisingly easy. It was the last one left so he quickly picked it up. It was a nice dark grey fedora and it fitted quite nicely upon his head.
He turned to Dasha and smiled before kissing her cheek. "I promise to pay you back," he whispered.
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