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 Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 6:20 pm
Eh? Well. What was Near doing?
Trying to bake.
And failing.
Correction, she was going to bake, her arms wrapped around her grocery bag as she headed for her house, wobbling unevenly as she struggled with the bags. Padma.... she wanted to make him cookies. She wasn't really sure why, or, if he'd like them.... The last batch she set on fire, and the one before that... Uh. Lets not speak of that.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 6:47 pm
 Hrm. Alone. A bittersweet word for Dorian. He loved company...yet was terrified by it. Well, not terrified. Terrified suggested he felt fear. It was just...uncomfortable. Yes, that was the word. Yet so addictive...Funny, the noodle who had his whole 'charming gentleman' act down to an art would feel so...uncomfortable with socialising. If only to get some well-deserved lovin'.
And speaking of affection...
...Did that noodle have candles on her horns? Oh wow, not something you see everyday. Still, Dorian wasn't one to be picky, and she was quite cute. And having a bit of trouble, the perfect chance.
"Excuse me miss, would you like some help carrying those?" He padded up and guestured to the bags, shooting their owner a dazzling smile.((Love the title XD))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 4:35 pm
Eh? Her head raised as a man walked over, head tilting. Help her? She looked down at her bags, sighing in relief. "Oh, please do!" She mewed back, grinning at the man.
Gently, she offered a bag, almost toppling over as she did. Oop. She never should have bought so much! She couldn't help it! She really wanted to make a lot of cookies!
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 4:09 am
He received the bag with a smile. Hrm...he liked this one, he decided. "Oh..." He murmured as he started forward to catch her in case she fell, the chuckled to himself.
Ok...so what now? He should say something. Say something! Err...um...what would he say? Urm... "So...where abouts do you live? Ya' know 'cause i'm helping...get these home...not 'cause i'm a stalker...but, that probably makes me seem like more of one..." He rambled, his words dying off. He grinned sheepishly. Dammit, now he sounded like a creep. He decided to start over.
"Cooking up something special?"
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