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Post by cleansesong on Dec 2, 2009 20:56:47 GMT -4
A soft giggle escaped Della's lips as Ryan brushed her hair away from her blue eyes, the blush on her cheeks disappearing once more as she tried to stop her nerves from getting the best of her. It was unlike her to even be affected by someone like Ryan, but for some reason, she was still getting flustered. "Er.." She managed to say, trying to think of some sort of conversational topic. "How's your guitar?" was the question that managed to slip out of her mouth, and she laughed softly at the oddness of the question. "I mean, how is playing it going, or something like that..You know what I mean, don't you?" She flashed him a happy smile, waiting for a reply and mentally kicking herself for her inability to form normal sentences.
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Post by stupidkiid on Dec 2, 2009 21:01:21 GMT -4
After pushing her hair back in place Ryan leaned back in his chair observing her flustered state. "My guitar is fantastic. Still in the same fantastic condition you saw it in." He smirked knowing that wasn't what she meant. As she backtracked and asked how his playing was.. no wait.. something like that.. he laughed and leaned forward resting his elbows on the table. "I know what you mean Del," He chewed at his left lip ring and thought a moment. "It's going about the same it always has. I never got to play you that song though. You'll have to let me make it up to you>'
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Post by cleansesong on Dec 2, 2009 21:07:40 GMT -4
"Well thats good then." Della replied as he mentioned the shape his guitar was in, a soft smile on her face. Breathing a sigh of relief as he assured her that he knew what she had meant by her rambling, awkward statement, Della nodded, laughing softly as she realized how pathetic she must have sounded. Tilting her head a bit, she listened to his reply, nodding her head again excitedly. "Yeah, you should play something for me sometime soon. I like guitars." She replied, a grin on her face as she fidgeted in the chair. Della had never been the type who could sit still for an extended period of time.
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Post by stupidkiid on Dec 2, 2009 21:09:39 GMT -4
A hand slipped through the shaggy mess he sometimes called hair and he leaned back in his chair once again. " Well you let me know when you're ready for that performance. I've never had an objection to taking a pretty girl back to my room." He flashed her a wide grin.
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Post by cleansesong on Dec 2, 2009 21:13:21 GMT -4
The blush that had been quickly disappearing quickly shot back onto her face, and she looked at the table for a moment before looking back up at him, her composure regained again. "I don't think Cayden would like what you're implying with your words there." Della replied, shaking her head as she giggled softly. "But hey, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Let's go." She challenged, pushing her chair out and standing up. "Unless you're scared of being all alone with me or something."
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