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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 3:53 pm
Liam watched him, hands in his pockets. "Doubtful. Didn't bite me, and I was holding onto it and trying to pull things out of it's face. Domestic pet." he replied easily, "Probably asleep."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 4:34 pm
Thus encouraged, Ridley opened the door slowly and went in, pulling his jacket off the bed and sneaking back out. Shoving it into his pack, he grinned at Liam.
"You were right, it's asleep. Let's go," he turned for the door again, heading outside this time.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:21 pm
Liam smirked, amused by Ridley greatly, and help the door open for him, closing the door to the apartment and locking it behind him, urging him down the stairs and out the main door into the new morning sun. Squinting, Liam looked up at it, making a face.
"So. Breakfast or tour first?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:23 pm
"Breakfast," Ridley answered a little too quickly. "I'm starving!"
The sunlight made Ridley wince and he quickly pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pack, sticking them on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:28 pm
Liam couldn't help but grin, watching him put on his sunglasses, his lips curling into a smirk. He refused to say anything though. He was going to be a good boy. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, heading in one direction.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:31 pm
Ridley walked alongside him. "In Saffron I always used to go to IHOP at 3:00 in the morning," he reminisced, tilting his head back to feel the sun on his face.
"They had one on 35th street a few blocks from my mom's apartment."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:34 pm
Liam glanced over at him, still smirking. "What the hell's an IHOP?" he replied, still staring at Ridley's sunglasses and trying not to laugh.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:40 pm
Ridley blinked. "Where do you come from, some backwater town with no IHOP?" he asked, astonished. "How have you LIVED, man?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:43 pm
Liam quirked an eyebrow. "How are you not fat, going to eat at three am all the time?"
Tilting his head up to look at the sky Liam made a face. "And for your information, I lived in Cherrygrove."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:48 pm
"I was always the skinny kid in high school," he winked, flexing his arm muscle.
"Oh, that's some hick town in Johto isn't it? Uh... no offense," Ridley amended hurriedly. "Where are we going, anyway? That same restaurant? It was good yesterday." He adjusted the sunglasses, pushing them up his nose.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:52 pm
"Showoff." Liam smirked, rolling his eyes at Ridley. "We can go where ever you want. There are a few places around here -- some cheaper than others. The one we went to yesterday was fairly cheap but pretty good, I thought. And if you don't want to sit down, there are venders everywhere." Stopping, the healer extended his arms, motioning towards the city. "Pick a place."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:55 pm
"I haven't heard of half of these stores. Isn't there a particularly good one?" Ridley asked curiously, his stomach grumbling. "Somewhere that sells crepes..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:57 pm
"That one." Liam pointed to a smallish, homey looking place, his free hand still in his pocket. "That place makes them. Never had them there, but I know they make them. And they make damn good strawberry waffles."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:59 pm
"Sounds good," Ridley nodded, heading over to the door and courteously holding it for Liam.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:10 pm
Liam gave a slightly mocking bow, stepping through and sitting down at a small booth. The place was small -- family owned, it seemed, but friendly enough, the few customers who had come in chatting happily to themselves.
Liam folded his arms across his chest, waiting for the waitress, his eyes on Ridley expectantly.
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