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 Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:28 am
He stood up, a few eclair crumbs tumbling soundlessly down to the bark as he reached out for her hand. Like the princess she was, she delicately put her slightly icing-smeared fingers in his own: Hector's fingers closed over hers, lightly and briefly. "Who says?" he said.
His sticky hand detached from hers, and he brushed down his shirtfront impotently. It looked like somebody had molested him with the bentou box. "Snacks are on me next time," he said. "As in, I'll bring them, not that they'll be on me. Had enough of that." (Hector's jokes could sometimes border on lame.) "How about next Friday, Small Lady?"
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:36 am
They never met for more than an hour at a time. Not only were they both fairly on edge in each others company, something belied heavily by their actions, but it wasn't prudent. Wiseman had no idea what she was doing and had his ways of finding her at any time. Also, Hector's queen meeting the Moon Princess here and now would not go over well. They would kill each other, and level most of the city in the process. Crystal or no crystal, princesses packed a punch.
"It cannot be on me then." There was another meaning to those two words? She tucked them away for a good time to use them. There was always a proper moment for slang, and she was determined to fill her vocabulary with these terms. Slowly, she was becoming more and more self-sufficient thanks to the internet and Urban Dictionary. Some terms eluded her, and she'd been forced to ask Ray what a 'donkey punch' was used for. He choked on his dinner, and proceeded to tell her it was a very non-regulation boxing move. It was sometimes very odd.
"Midnight, yes?" A smile, the flash. It was odd, to walk into the house with red on her cheek, and looking into the bathroom mirror as the water ran, Blanche couldn't help but smile. She had friends on the other side now. Imagine that!
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