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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 19:40:35 GMT -4
Kemon reached up and cupped finger gently under his chin, lifting his head so she could meet his eyes again. "If I was worried about any of those things, I wouldn't have said yes. So there's no need for you to worry, now is there? I'm sorry you get nervous around me, is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?" her voice was gentle, and almost musical.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 20:23:10 GMT -4
“N-not really,” he mumbled. His squeaky, pubescent voice couldn’t compete to her light, soothing accent. They lapsed into silence for a while, still swaying awkwardly on the spot as songs changed.
“W-Why did y-you say y-y-yes any…anyway? Y-You c-could do so m-much bet-better. I-I’m sh-sure the J-J-German guy w-would be h-happy to…uh…to d-dance with y-you if y-y-you just…er…asked.”
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 20:26:49 GMT -4
"'Cause I like guys who ask me. Call me old fashioned, but I like to be the askee, not the asker. And I like you. I think we're going to be good friends." she said with a smile.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 6, 2009 6:47:46 GMT -4
“Y-y-y-yeah,” Hamish said, his face turning crimson once again. And then he said something so quietly that he wasn’t expecting Kemon to hear it at all…
“I-I like you t-too.”
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Post by River on Dec 6, 2009 16:16:35 GMT -4
Kemon didn't hear him. The song ended, and they walked off the floor. "That was nice, thanks!"
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