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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 9:26 pm
Her hand stilled against his back, and she stared at him. "It feels erk? That sounds terrible." Her fingers drummed thoughtfully against his back. "You seem really tense, Roland. It's so bad for you. Why don't you try telling me what's wrong? I could help."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:43 am
He finally relaxed a bit but still twitched every once in a while as her fingers drummed along his back. He was indeed tense but that was like a given fact entirely. "E-everything is pretty messed up... I just... I can't keep my life in order and." He jumped just a little bit more at another drum against hs back. "I, I've been trying to sort out...something..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:11 pm
Ro was too young to sound like he had problems that difficult. Internally, it boiled Maebe's blood to hear him speak as if the tension and jumpiness was anything more than some kind of innocent issue. She knew better. And her expression never changed - still so gentle, inviting, and most importantly, interested.She was very good at interested. "What are you trying to sort out? Maybe I could help? It makes me sad to see a nice guy like you so tense."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:16 pm
Roland had a boat full of issues, his inability to be an efficient hunter or fighter some days. The tendency to make the wrong choices. The way he felt towards others and the results of that where the worst parts.
"I well. It's about P-Peyton...." He made a small eep sound.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:22 pm
She almost - almost cracked. That perfect expression almost revealed itself when she realized that Ro's little kicked puppy attitude was the result of Pey. Because of course it was. Deus was a tiny little island filled with tiny little people who all wanted the same thing. Pey was the kind of sickeningly sweet sugar high they were looking for - the kind that the deepest, darkest desires of men paid handsomely to girls slave trades for a taste. Innocence. She tasted bile in her throat, and smiled in consolation. "I see. I'm guessing you've got a crush." Her hand brushed up and down his neck with gentle, comforting strokes.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:26 pm
Roland had his back turned, he didn't see any of it, he didn't see the look that may have flickered over her face. All he knew was what he felt. Very few people on the island made him feel better about himself. Jordan was a good person, Stormy was sweet and encouraging, Candace a mentor. Peyton was like Nevada had once been, maybe better. She made him hate himself a little less. Maybe she wouldn't loath him enough to forget about him completely.
"Something along those lines.... I owe her... lunch actually."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:34 pm
Roland was a simple problem, with a simple solution. So Maebe stopped brushing his neck, and used her arm instead to wrap around his waist and give him a hug. "I understand. I've felt like that a bunch of times before. It's hard. It's really hard. But it gets easier." She uncurled herself from around him, and stood up, holding her hand out. "Come on." She murmured excitedly. "Until such time as you can figure your life out, I'll help. Let's go have lunch." Her smile, bright and full of hope, beamed down at him affectionately.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:20 pm
One small probelm, one small patch, maybe Mebe just maybe. Suddenly Roland was tugged into a cuddle a hug, he was tucked into her lap blinking curiously.
"The issue is I just well, the first person, our work is weird... she forgot me. Entirely. So I'm not sure.... I guess I'm scared?" Suddenly she slipped away and Roland was left behind on the chair staring at an outstretched hand.
He looked for a few minutes longer, checked the time, and took the offered hand, "Alright. Lunch sounds good."
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:14 pm
"Everyone is scared, Roland." She squeezed his hand, and pulled him up to stand. When he was up, her free hand rested on his chest. She patted it gently. "The trick is, to make everybody else think you're the only one not scared. Then, babydoll, they come to you." Her lips curved slow, up into a very knowing smile. "Let's get going. I'm extra hungry today."
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