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 Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 12:13 pm
"Huh?" Jerry blinked at her, brows furrowed, "I listen to you... you were one of the ones who encouraged this, is why I thought to invite you. You or Jordan, but I thought you'd have fun with it," He gave her a clueless, lopsided smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 12:17 pm
But he was more obedient to Sasha then he was to her, and Candace did not like that. She sighed and reached out to lightly trace a finger along the underside of his jaw, standing close to the man and still looking completely heartbroken. "So if I had taken you myself you would have come along? No complaints?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:26 pm
"Of... of course! I um..." His mouth felt dry as he felt her fingers along the ripples of his scar tissue, "We just... Sasha had said something the other day and... and it just... felt like time!" He managed, voice wobbling.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:30 pm
Candace's smile returned. Oh, okay. She stood on her tiptoes to give him a light kiss against the corner of his mouth, dropping her hand away from Jerry after and checking to see if Sasha was on her way back. "If that's all, then you're forgiven."
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:41 pm
Sasha was, indeed, on her way back. The sales staff and the doctor had been left cowering behind the counter, but Sasha was looking smug as ever.
Mission accomplished.
"We can pick the glasses up on the way back out of town," she announced to Jerry and Candace. "They'll be finished by then. And since we're done here," Sasha took a moment to straighten Jerry's glasses and scarf with sharp movements like a strict mother might treat her messy child, "it's time for a haircut and a shave. Follow me?"
Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way out onto the sidewalk.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 3:12 pm
"Uh, after you ladies!" Jerry gave the optometrist and sales person a polite smile before hurrying after them.
A haircut.
His stomach twisted. He liked his hair, honestly- it felt like a delicate balance. But... but he had two experts with him. He had to trust them.
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