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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 7:02 pm
Gene smiled, shaking her head into him. "No, you're fine to complain." Surely a Scarentine's festival would evoke and unwrap those old emotions and hurts. She didn't mind at all - she was there for him when he needed her, just as she expected the same from him. That's just how couples were supposed to be.
A light snort, and she managed to wrap one of her smaller hands around his. "Well, I'd say we've both got our fair share of glitter now. We'll be able to wash off later."
She meant separately, of course.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 7:06 pm
He squeezed her smaller hand within his, a clever smirk painting his face. "In the meantime this means we can try and infect as many friends as we can before we wash off, right?" He asked mischievously.
Sure you did, Gene.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 7:50 pm
A mischievous smile painted Gene's lips as she took her face out of Mot's arm and gave him a look of pure pleasure. "Oh, I'd love to. Meet back at my dorm later?" She smiled, pulling away from him.
Her hands were a deadly weapon now, one that could start or end a war. All that power...
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 7:54 pm
Mot grinned devilishly back. "Sounds like a plan, babe!" He gave the ghoul a kiss on the lips, a hand gently placed on her cheek before pulling away. He gave a wink, before starting to head back to the festival.
"Count how many you infect, let's compare when we meet back up~!"
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