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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 10:37 pm
He was leaving?
....Really? "W-was it me? Did I frighten you away?" Siobhan's face fell, her little ghosty heart falling into despair. "I am so sorry. I was too forward. Oh bother, I do this so often it is almost funny." The banshee leaned back to her side of the bench, gathering her magazines and shoving them into her purse.
She tried not to cry.
She failed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:07 am
That was not a reaction Deryk had really expected. Oh no. Oh nononono. Oh dear god she was crying. What did he do. What did he do now?
"O-... Noooooooooooo. IIIIIIIIIIII siiiiiiimplyyy muuuuuuuust geeeeeeet soooooooome woooooooork dooooooone. Doooooooon't crryyyyyyyy. Pleeeeaaaaaaaase?" he said before pausing. Wait. He had an idea.
"Buuuuuuuuut. Doooooo yooooouuuuuuu haaaaaave aaaaaa phooooone? Maaaaaaaay IIIIIIIIII haaaaaaave yooooooouuuuuuur nuuuuuuuumbeeeer?"
She might work for the candidacy after all.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 8:38 am
Siobhan sobbed and sniffled, lip wibbling and nose dripping. No, she was not much of a lady when she cried. She looked up from her pathetic display of woe as Deryk asked for her number.
A boil.
Asked for her number.
Is.. this what they called SCORING!?
Siobhan gasped, wiped her nose on her bare arm and rifled through her purse until she came upon a pen and paper. Hurriedly, and much too enthusiastically, she scribbled down her name and number, handing it over the the Collossus with big expectant eyes.
*U* ~<3 "C-call me a-a-a-anytiiiiiime..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 10:57 am
"Thaaaaaaaank yoooouuuuu," Deryk said as he took the paper with her number. This could come in handy in the future. With a smile, he reached out and patted her on the head.
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiill doooooooo. Seeeeeeeee yooouuuuu arouuuuuuund," he said before ambling off. Inwardly he let out a sigh of relief. Next person he meets he was not talking like this.
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