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 Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 3:57 pm
*she runs her finger along the rim of her empty glass* My dear boy, aren't you going to offer me another drink?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:00 pm
:::He snapped out for a moment, long enough to grab the glass and the bottle:::
Of course...
:::But when he poured it and handed it back to her, he just started looking back up at her. If he could get a sample of her hair...or skin, or blood...anything... but how was he supposed to ask that without sounding suspicious?:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:03 pm
Oh, Kal, Kal, Kal . . .. *Melli shakes her head, laughs, takes the glass and starts over to the key rack*
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:11 pm
A...are you leaving?
:::He stammered, still not sure what to do with this new information:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:14 pm
*she glances back over her shoulder and smiles slowly* Do you want me to stay?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:17 pm
I... well I just. Sorry, I was thinking about something. It's just that you said, you don't age, and you don't die...
:::But he keeps on stammering:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:20 pm
*Melli's grin widens* Kal . . . . you're so gullible. What if I wasn't telling you the truth?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:21 pm
:::He groans again:::
Are you, or are you not? Does it hurt you to give me a straight answer?
:::Kal was not used to people lying to him ever:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:23 pm
I don't imagine it would. But at the moment it rather entertains me to give you indirect ones, instead. *she slides her key off its hook*
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:25 pm
:::Kal rubs one side of his face with his fingertips:::
Do you not care one bit that it might be important to me?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:28 pm
Oh I can see that it is. But why should that matter to me? *she leans against the wall, twirling her key the finger of one hand, lifting her wine glass to her lips with the other*
Unless . . *she narrows her eyes, smirking* . . . you think we have some sort of connection that should make me care . . . .
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:31 pm
:::But he smirks still rubbing his face a little bit out of frustration:::
Sorry...I think you asked me to not spoil the surprise for you.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:34 pm
*Mell stops twirling the key to catch it in her palm, still grinning* Then it seems we are at an impasse.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:36 pm
I never asked YOU to keep anything from me.... you're just refusing, I'm being curtious.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 4:43 pm
As well you should be, especially to someone who might be your mother. *she responds without skipping a beat*
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