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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 21:25:31 GMT -5
She looked over at him and chuckled.
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 21:26:43 GMT -5
"And what's so funny?"
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 21:30:22 GMT -5
"You're blushing." she grinned at him. "You're adorable, y'know that?"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 21:42:34 GMT -5
"Right."
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 21:52:08 GMT -5
She chuckled again.
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 21:53:37 GMT -5
"Stop laughing, wouldya?"
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 21:55:53 GMT -5
(Welp, I'm stuck.)
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 22:00:08 GMT -5
He blushed even more.
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 22:02:23 GMT -5
She laughed again.
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 22:05:06 GMT -5
"Stop it."
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 22:11:04 GMT -5
"Why should I~?"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 22:31:08 GMT -5
He frowned.
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 22:32:43 GMT -5
"Oh, calm down, will you?"
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 14, 2012 22:37:18 GMT -5
The space was absolutely filled with different types of gadget, most of them glass-based, a large portion of the antique. Along the far wall, though, was a series of screens, monitoring different things, some of them with pictures, some of them with words, all of them apparently tracking the skies. Someone had hung a poster of the moon on the door of an old supply closet, with the words "WE'LL GET THERE SOMEDAY!" written in big, silver letters across the bottom. "What do they ... do here? Look up at the sparkly things in the sky?" (Are you okay with doing two storylines? I'd hate to interrupt the scene you have going...) |
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 22:39:25 GMT -5
Apollo glared.
(I'm fine with it.)
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