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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:31 pm
"Well uhh... considering that we just ate, I'm gonna say that we walk. I don't wanna throw up all over the place, even if it would e funny." He shook his head, holding his stomach lightly with his hands.
He held the diner door open for her to exit first, and then followed along side. "So what kind of place is this?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:35 pm
Sonnet grinned. "It's lots of things. If I tell you it'll ruin the surprise," she said as she walked out the door.
She was starting to feel better already. Talking always made things seem less bad, no matter what the problem was.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:40 pm
"Fine, fine...I guess I can put up with not knowing, since it's you." Deskri rolled his eyes and put up another lopsided grin. "I wonder how big the houses are for adults? I haven't been over there... I didn't even know they were available. I mean, with Syth and Alice just living in Kae's mansion I figured we had to move off campus if we wanted our own place." He shrugged a little, glancing around the town with a look of disapproval.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:44 pm
Sonnet pondered for a moment about the housing thing.
"Maybe they build it to your specifications or likes and wants? I wouldn't know, I haven't gotten the paperwork for it yet..." Ugh, she wanted to be not a teen anymore. She felt sort of bad for humans, being stuck going through like 7 years of teendom. Oh the friggin hormones.
"You better invite me over..." she said, knowing well that she had said this in the diner before. "Or I'll just invite myself. I'm sure Nova would give me your address."
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:48 pm
"That'd mean it would take forever to move in, then." Des frowned a little, thinking it over. He hadn't read any fine print on how long it would take to actually move into a house. "And of course I will. Once I get my stuff settled into my room. I'm gonna have to save up for some furniture..." He rubbed the back of his head, gaining a thoughtful look. He'd managed to get whatever money he had for the time being by selling off "paintings." Which were actually just his natural eyeliner illusions that he rubbed onto paper and didn't pour the power into bringing to life. People seemed to like them well enough though.
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