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 Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:01 pm
"Mom made it," she commented, "But you're welcome."
Standing, she helped him clean things up, and almost protested at him carrying the basket, stopping herself with a sort of smug smile. This was something that she could get used to, boys doing things for her.
Tail swishing behind her, Tourma walked with him back to the house.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:14 pm
Dalton follwed her back obediently, swinging the basket slowly as he walked. When he stepped inside, he looked around for a moment, getting his barings. He headed towards the kitchen and set the basket and blanket down in the middle of the table. "So which ways your room?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:18 pm
She raised an eyebrow at his question, but pointed upstairs nonetheless. "I think it's clean?" It was a bit of a lie, as it always seemed that there was one thing or another in the way. Like clothes, both clean and dirty, workout stuff, and a rather large amount of fashion magazines that were usually tucked haphazardly under her bed. A few drawers had forgotten to be shut as well, one being the underwear drawer, but that was remedied the moment she walked in as she attempted to give her room a quick cleaning for her guest. "Close the door, or my dad'll be snooping."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:31 pm
"Doesnt matter, mines probably ten times worse anyhow." He said, following behind her. He almost triped on the stairs, as he was paying more attention to the view infront of him. He thankfully caught himself, and tried to act as if nothing had happend. He closed the door at her order, and made his way over to her bed, an excided sick feeling welling up in his stomach. He wasnt really sure why his stomach was acting this way, it probably had something to do with never being in a girls room before. "Your rooms nice." He stated, his eyes scanning the room for a minute before landing back at Tourma.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:38 pm
"It's too small," she replied as she picked up some of the dirty clothes and tossed them into the open hamper in her closet. As an afterthought, her gym bag was also thrown in there so she'd have a place to sit on the floor, but before she sat down, she strode across the room and locked the door. Not that it'd matter with Isto, really, but then she could always yell at him for breaking her door knob and make him feel guilty.
"I'm usually out or in the garage tinkering, so there's not much to do in here I guess... But it's the only place away from the parents..." Maybe he'd suggest doing something?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:38 pm
"Its not that bad. Try sharing a room with Adam." As he watched her clean her room, feeling a little bad that he couldnt help out, he didnt know where anything went. His eyes widened when she locked the door. He shifted uncomfortabley, trying to egnore it. "Really? Uh what kinds of things do you work on?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:50 pm
After careful consideration, Tourma sat on the newly cleared off floor and leaned against her bed. This way, she could stretch out her legs and not worry about the fact that she was wearing a skirt. "Fixing anything that needs fixed, and helping Dad with his bike."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:08 pm
"Awsome. Do you ever get to like, ride it?" He guessed that she did, but who knows, maybe her parents were really over pretective like that. "Ive never, like, see a motorcycle up close before. Ive seen and heard em' go down the street all the time, but they go so fast its hard to really look at them." He said with a shrug.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:15 pm
"Of course, Dad lets me ride with him whenever he can," she boasted, tilting her head back onto the mattress so she could look at Dalton. "As long as it's not cold or raining that is."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:26 pm
He grinned and looked down, finding himself face to face with her. "You have really pretty eyes." His own eyes widened, and his hand flew over his mouth. That was supposed to stay in his mind, not come out his mouth! "S-sorry." He stammered, moving a couple inches away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:41 pm
She raised her eyebrows and straightened her gaze in front of her while letting out a nervous laugh. "Thanks," Tourma said softly, leaning back again and closing her eyes lazily. "The people at the clinic said it's a rare trait or something..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:55 pm
"yea, well..there nice." He mumbled, still trying to get over his embarressment. He ran a hand through his fro nervously, his tail swishing slightly behind them. "So Princess, what would you like to do? To bad Adams not here, we could have so fun tapeing him to other things." He said, a grin creepying across his face at the memory of his last visit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:23 pm
Again, she chuckled, but offered nothing to do because she honestly couldn't think of anything. "I'm rather boring, it seems. Sorry." The fact that he called her Princess was strange now, but she didn't mention anything about it outloud.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:38 pm
"Nah your cool." He said, swinging his feet back and fourth a little. "Hey what are these?" He said, bending over to pull a fashion magazine that was peeking out from under the bed. He casually flipped through it, not really interested, but it was something to look at.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:44 pm
"Fashion magazines. I only flip through them because we can't really afford designer clothes. Though Babcia will take me shopping sometimes, but that hasn't happened in a while." She explained, turning to the side so she could watch him flipping through the girly magazine.
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