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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 3:35 pm
Angel felt like he was getting a head ach, "On the sofa....and don't say it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 3:42 pm
Zeal sighed. "Why do I have to take the sofa? The bed not big enough to share? I mean, c'mon-"
Then Zeal's face turned into a grin, as he leaned closer to Angel and spoke softly, "Ohh, Toots has that spot. Gotcha," he said, winking, before walking over and sprawling across the sofa.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 3:43 pm
Angel let out a low growl, "Nothing happened yet..." he gave Tiffany a weary glance, but looked at Zeal.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:02 pm
Due to jet-lag and just plain travel-exhaustion, Zeal was already asleep on the couch. It had been a long flight.
(( xd thought so. Edited.)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:08 pm
((New York is AHEAD of California by like, three hours. You got them switched up. ^_^))
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:21 pm
((Well - I fixed it. Picky picky. xd ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:46 pm
[ Ah, cinnamon bagel on a bamboo platter.
WHAT'D I miss? ]
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 4:49 pm
((Zeal, Angel's younger cousin, has been dumped with Angel for a few months. Zeal wandered around the apartment, calling Tiffany 'Toots,' messing with Angel's guns, tripping Angel, laughing at Angel, joking with Angel about Tiffany being a girlfriend, hitting on Tiffany (right when he walked in), and then crashing on the sofa. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:04 pm
[[Ah, I see. So, about what page did you arrive?]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:07 pm
sereniy_eyes ((I have returned!)) Angel let go of Tiffany's arm. He was still a little pissed off at her for maybe leading someone to his appartment and for hitting him with a frying pan. He clentched his jaw. Who the hell uses a frying pan as a use of sparing. He already felt a burse forming where the pan hit him when the door bell rang. He sckowled at her and went to the door. To who he opened it, he never expected to be there. He expected Chieko...or maybe an assassin...but he saw his cousin. He let out a swaer word, "Zeal? What the hell are you doing here?" Iris was eating noodles as she did her paperwork when Anthony came up. She placed her stuff down when she looked up, "Hello Anthony, can I help you?" She noticed that Beans was looking at Rose's desk. She cleared ehr throat and said, "Beans. if you're looking for Rose I think she's in the coffee room." Rose was in the coffee room with a big mug infront of her. With the adrenaline drained from her she felt weak, tired and shook a little. She kicked herself for feeling this was. She can't act like a little girl, she con't.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:17 pm
[THis shall be intresting]
Tiffany or, "Toots", rolled her brown eyes, ignoring what the little teenager had said. She grasped the frying pan on the counter, and swiftly walked up to him, and gave him a heavy whack across the head.
She glared.. "If you call me Toots, one more time.." She started, Tiffany daintily dropped the pan into the sink, not even the least bit slighted she probably knocked out his teeth.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:21 pm
"OW!" Zeal exclaimed, being woken up in the most unsatisfactory manner, "WHAT THE HELL!?"
Then the boy rolled off the sofa, landing his face on... yuck, a pair of underwear that had been forgotten under the sofa.
Zeal swore again, leaping up quickly, before clearing his throat and dusting himself off. "Angel, you're girlfriend is nuts. I see why you'd like her in bed, but she doesn't seem like a keeper... Toots." Zeal grinned, directing this last word to Tiffany. He had no idea what Tiffany was capable of... but she didn't know him, either.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:29 pm
Tiffany bit her lip. What a little annoyance. It was like a mosquito, however, and could be easily destroyed. She adjusted her biking jacket, and tucked the girly blouse under it. Without even hesitating afterword Tiffany yanked The kid by the hair, and took off for the door.
"Excuse me for a moment, Angel."
She told him formally. She rolled her eyes against the kid's struggling, pulled open the door, and pulled the kid out with her.
"Come on, "toots."" Tiffany mused, taking another yank on his overdone hair.
"Let's go for a spin, shall we?"
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