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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:18 pm
*blinks at Achilles, fully taking advantage of plausible deniability through a mouthful of cold cuts*
You wouldn't let me! I don't know what happened to my shiny new armor your things!
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:20 pm
You're welcome, cutie!
*plants a kiss on Clarice*
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:24 pm
*raises an eyebrow at Agent Orange, but then turns back to Hartley and gives him a warm smile, and that "come hither" wag of the forefinger*
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:25 pm
::walks up to a huge oak door, looks both ways before trying the doorknob::
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:26 pm
*hugs Chris*
At least we have each other.. heart
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:26 pm
Oh my God, it is SO obvious you're Greek, you know that?
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:28 pm
::A box appears next to the Christmas tree.::
::The tag on the really really Large gift with Kara Zor-L written on it.::
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:29 pm
::Snow turns and notices a present near the staircase. The tag is written out to her::
Oh!
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:33 pm
*notices a large box appearing and wrinkles his nose*
Why does that present smell like cheap aftershave?
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:33 pm
This is a Christmas party, not an orgy. Put on some clothes and offer punch.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:35 pm
Oh, what a lovely poinsettia heart ~
Now I'll be even more festive while being a third wheel..
Ah yes, Snow. Find that silver lining. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:37 pm
My clothes are currently...missing. But, as for offering refreshments...*takes (as in grabs) Hartley's arm and escorts him to the refreshment table*
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:39 pm
I'm sure Wayne keeps emergency pants in th-whulp!
::gets yanked over to the punch table::
Ate your spinach today, I see.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:41 pm
::Snow tucks her present safely under an arm as she wanders the halls::
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