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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 1:15 pm
Dante shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, hunching his shoulders against the snow that was falling lightly over Barton. He had gone to school. Yes, school. It really sucked having a teacher for a dad. And now he was running around town, spending the small amount of spending cash his dad (he took a bit of pleasure calling Shade that for some reason) had given him for the week.
After a new pick, a few used music score books, and a used blues CD he barely had enough to buy anything. Which was why he was in the candy store, looking for something to suck on because no one was going to sell him cigarettes in this body. He was way too short, for one. And it seemed like most of the seedier store owners knew his new dad.
He paused, eyeing the jawbreakers thoughtfully. If he got the smaller ones he might get away with eating them in class--
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 1:44 am
Malas hated the cold. So very, very much. She was bundled up with as many layers of clothes she could put on without completely compromising her mobility. It was the only way she could bear to go outside in this weather.
Why was she even leaving the warm comforts of the Unit? The teenager pulled the leopard-print bonnet down around her pointed ears as she peered up at the familiar sign of the candy store. A small smile appeared on her lips and her gloved grip tightened around her squid-purse.
What was she in the mood for, she wondered absently. Malas was too distracted by the choices the store presented her that she ended up not looking where she was going.
"O-oh!" she squeaked when she ended up bumping into a pyramid of jujubees set up on a display table. The boxes clattered noisily to the ground, much to the teenager's horror.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:12 am
The noise jerked Dante out of his contemplations and he turned, looking over the situation for a long moment before letting out a sigh and walking over to help pick up the boxes.
He was silent as he cleaned, at first, his mind was rushing to find some sort of opening line. To be honest, this was the first time talking with other people other than when he was with family. Could he really pass as a boy after so many years being a girl?
"You ah... like jujubees?" he asked, only to realize how lame he sounded as soon as the question left his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:30 am
The apples of Malas' cheeks flushed a shade of purple as she quickly got to her knees to clean up the mess. Instinctively she stiffened when she realized she was not alone in picking up the felled boxes of candy. But her stance relaxed when she saw it was not one of the store's attendants.
She gave the younger boy a small, grateful smile and mumbled her thanks so softly it was near inaudible. She hoped he heard her.
Pale blue eyes blinked in surprise at the question, her long, slender fingers unconsciously tightening around a box.
"I do." She nodded, awkwardly. She wondered what she was supposed to do now, apart from continue to arrange the candy back onto the display stand. She's been on Gaia for years now, she should have learned some semblance to social interaction, shouldn't she? "They're nice. Do you? Like them, I mean. I-if you do, I could buy some for you. As thanks?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:49 am
He gave her a crooked grin. "Nah, you don't gotta. See, I'm still debating which candy I could get away with eating in class. If you wanna thank me, maybe you could give me your opinion? See, my math teacher's blind, but she seems to see everything, so I've pretty much given up eating in her class. But my woodworking teacher's pretty laid back, except he's the janitor, so no gum or chewy things in his class. And my dad's the gym teacher, so he'd make me share, or take it all if he forgot lunch again."
Then he stopped, realizing he talked a lot.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 7:51 am
'Las found it more comforting to listen to the young man talk. Truly, she preferred listening to others rather than expressing her own ideas. She rather liked his suggestion on how to thank him. It made her feel competent, as alien as that sentiment went as far as she was concerned. Malas chewed on her bottom lip as she thought over his situation.
"I suggest jawbreakers. Not the overly big ones," she gestured to the jar filled with novelty, fist-sized jawbreakers and shook her head, "But the smaller ones. They fit in your mouth easier and last fairly long." She paused as if remembering something, "Unless your saliva's more acidic than most." She spoke as if from experience.
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