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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:34 pm
Hey. *Luke reluctantly returns the hug. As currently the only proven way to deter her open affection is to give into it.* What's up?
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:36 pm
*lets go of him* You're done!! How'd the exam go??
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:37 pm
*Luke expels a serious sigh and makes a show of looking away. He scratches his neck.* Well...
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:37 pm
:::Cora just stood there and watched curiously at the interaction, unabashedly... as though she didn't reak of tofee nut latte, and had a huge brown stain all down her front:::
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:39 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:42 pm
*Luke grins and drops the act.* Kid s**t. I flew through it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:46 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:47 pm
*Luke rubs his arm as if he were actually hurt.* Ow.... *murmurs* Violent...
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:51 pm
:::Cora isn't sure how to react to this... she's trying to gauge the girls relationship to Luke but draws a total blank:::
Uhm... greetings... :::Scatching the back of her head, abscently::: I'm Cora.
:::And she sticks her hand out too:::
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:55 pm
Cool. *Aimee shakes her hand.* Nice to meet you, Cora.
*Aimee takes in the state of Cora's jeans and tank top.*
Ooo, are you okay? *touches her gently on the arm in concern* *Whether from the scent or not, Aimee guesses.* Starbucks, huh?
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:57 pm
Yes it was.
:::She nods difinitively:::
No worries. I am alright...it was just Starbucks. Grundy Tockey Nut Latte.
:: razz retty sure of herself... but kind of not sure what to make of Aimee:::
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:03 pm
Oooo... *Aimee cooes as she takes in the damage.*
Yeah, those are good. I'm more a Mocha Mint Frappachino girl myself. Can you believe it costs $5 for one of those things? Highway robbery!
I keep saying, that if Starbucks wants to charge that much for a cup of coffee, they have got to find a way to stop it from spilling all over the minute you trip on the curb going up the lane. Every morning it happens. I'm tellin' ya I have to keep Shout Wipes in my back pocket just to make it to class.
*Aimee nods to the side.* Do you wanna get cleaned up? There's a girl's room right around the corner.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:05 pm
:::She looks at Luke, wondering if Aimee's suggesting will be any more productive than his "little pieces of paper" attempt earlier.:::
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:06 pm
*With an amused look on his face, Luke pushes his hands forward, motioning for Cora to go for it.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:09 pm
*Before Cora can answer, Aimee is leading her away.* C'mon. I'll help you.
*Calling back over her shoulder.* We'll be right back. You gonna be alright out here all by yourself?
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