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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:57 pm
"What?" Chert asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow and leaning away from the unexpected proximity of the woman's reddish gaze. The strange color gave her eyes an unusual intensity, and at that moment it was difficult to read her expression. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he detected a hint of regret.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 11:05 pm
"Huh?" She blinked at him when he questioned her and pulled back, shaking her head somewhat when she realized what she had been doing. "Your eyes are nice," Antony explained, shrugging her shoulders as if to lessen the compliment, "And they're still... Well, you know... Human..." Obviously, her eyes were no longer how they used to be.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:39 pm
"Ah, you'll have company in order rodentia soon," Chert said with a lop-sided grin. The humor in it was dark, but sincere. "Though I doubt I'll pull it off as well." Antony's eyes were an unusual color, but he couldn't imagine what she might look like without them. They suited her, somehow.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:59 pm
"I guess we'll see then," she offered in reply to the rodentia comment. With the masked compliment, Antony tilted her head a bit more and gave him a slightly confused look before finally offering him a sincere smile. The pads of her thumbs lazily trailed along his inner wrists without her really thinking about it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:26 pm
It was one of the first plain, straightforward smiles he'd seen from her, and his own grin softened in response. The fingers of his hands twitched ever-so-slightly under the slow touch of her digits. "Tickles," he protested shortly, gaze traveling downward.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:31 pm
"Hmm?" Antony questioned, following his gaze to his wrists and blinking, stopping her thumbs immediately when she realized what she was doing. "Sorry, didn't know I was doing it," she murmured, glancing up at him curiously, surprised that he hadn't tossed her off of him yet.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:52 pm
He seemed to notice it at the same time she did, and looked just as surprised. The expression of perplexity in his eyes was quickly replaced by the familiar, habitual defensivess, however- don't read to much into it, his turquoise eyes huffed silently.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:02 pm
She watched him silently, noticing the surprise turn back to his defenses, and she frowned slightly. "Why are you so defensive?" The question was asked before she could really think about it, but she kept hold of wrists, in case he was thinking revenge as a distraction.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:18 pm
"I'm not defensive," he growled defensively, although there was a new undercurrent of worry to his voice. He couldn't explain 'why' to her- all he knew what that in that brief moment where Antony smiled, he'd felt an unfamiliar glimmer of affection. For someone so stubbornly set in their surly, guarded ways, it had been a little like stepping forward and having his foot encounter nothing but air. "Let go."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:28 pm
Antony rolled her eyes when he denied it, but said nothing more to him about it. His sudden request surprised her, and she gave him a quizzical look. She moved her hands from around his wrists cautiously, as if one wrong move would set off a bomb. Chert's temper was that bomb. He had more mood swings than a pregnant woman did.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:09 pm
Her pronounced caution elicited a cross look from the man as he rubbed distractedly at one wrist. "Christ, it's not like I'm combustible." Which might have been a bald-faced lie, depending on how literal-minded you were.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:17 pm
"Well I'm the pot, and I'm calling you black," she said bluntly, placing her palms on her upper thighs to keep them from casually touching the man under her. "And it's not like I injured your wrist either."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:39 pm
"Hnh," he grunted, crossing his arms over his chest in order to stop the mindless fidgeting. "******** pots and their ******** patience."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:56 pm
Antony paused, raising an eyebrow at his cryptic comment before actually replying, "I'm only patient for those I don't hate." She conveniently ignored the part about her temper, if he was even asking about that, and simply shifted in his lap, making her 'slip' of her hips seem like an accident.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:47 pm
Chert gave a startled grumble at the action (which a part of him suspected was entirely purposeful), and moved to push Antony off. "God help those you do-," he retorted instinctively, before the actual meaning of the sentence sank in. Didn't hate him? There was a brief pause as his brain was forced to shift gears to respond to the comment.
"I don't hate you, either," was the best it could come up with. "But I'm not your damn sofa."
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