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 Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:04 am
Hadrian leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, effectively bending in half as he took the plushie.
"What are these...for?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 3:51 pm
Wing Ting looked up at Hadrian curiously. Didn't he remember? She bit her lip and frowned. "You were mad at me. So I was going to apologize. I sold a bunch of my stuff at a...pawn?...shop and then I bought lotsa tickets at that place where you throw rings at those milk jugs. And I won five times. See?" She gestured to the plushies. Wing Ting shifted on the ground slightly. "Do you like them?" She asked quietly. If he didn't like them, she'd have to go out and get some more plushies. And she'd keep buying plushies until she found something that he liked.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 5:33 pm
Something inside Hadrian short-circuited. He wasn't sure what it was, or why it suddenly seized, but it did. His lips quirked up into a smile as he looked down at the plushies.
Sold her stuff? To play a game? To win plushies for a guy she'd met once and kicked?
It took him quite a while to force the next sentence to form.
"I love them."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 9:44 am
Wing Ting's stomach sort of dropped out of her body and flopped on the ground for a bit. She didn't know if it was because she was uber relieved, or uber uber anxious. And then her stomach jumped back into her body and flew up her throat, weighed down by nothing, but propelled by happy, happy air. He said he loved them! He loved them! That was a very, very good thing. Wing Ting felt her stomach deflate. "YAY! I'm so happy!" Wing Ting jumped up to hug the man, but she caught herself in mid-jump and froze. "Eck, sorry forgot. No touching." And she scuttled a bit further away, her hands held high above her head in a comical surrender.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 12:48 pm
Hadrian laughed and scratched the back of his neck. The gentlemanly bit of him told him to hug the girl...but that was a rather small part.
"Thanks," he smiled to her and gathered the plushes, shoving them into various bits of clothing such as pockets and shirt neck. He could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, but he didn't quite care.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:18 pm
Wing Ting blinked up at him, thinking idly for a moment that he resembled some kind of very confused kangaroo, before plopping back down onto the ground and staring up at Hadrian with hopeful eyes. "So...you're not mad at me anymore, are you?" She asked quietly, pulling on a strand of her hair. "Are we friends again?" Wing Ting swallowed and fidgeted a bit on the ground. Nervous, nervous, nervous.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:53 pm
Again? Had they ever been friends?
Ah, well. Hadrian was never one to hold a grudge.
"Sure," he nodded, "Yeah. We can be friends now."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:05 pm
"That's good," Wing Ting said, and then lowered her voice to a whisper. "I didn't want to buy more plushies." She glanced at him and squirmed.
...and squirmed again.
Oh, the awkward silence.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:18 pm
"Well, I should probably be going," Hadrian spoke finally, "I'm vaguely hungry. You can come with me, if you'd like."
He generally didn't invite people with him for meals unless it was owed...and this...may or may not have been owed. He wasn't quite sure.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:21 pm
Wing Ting squirmed some more, watching her toes wriggle in her shoes. She was blushing faintly.
"Um. I don't think so, I'm not hungry," She said, still watching her toes wriggle. "But I'll talk to you later, right?" There was a hint of desperation in the last question. It was as if, for whatever reason, Wing Ting's very existence relied on Hadrian replying with a 'yes.'
What a weird kid.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:23 pm
"Alright," Hadrian nodded and stood, brushing himself off, "Hm?"
Ah, how much he wanted to just avoid the hyperactive little freak for the rest of his days...but that didn't seem all that likely now, did it?
"Yeah. Sure," he nodded, "Probably." He gave a half-wave and began off then, not turning back.
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