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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 12:26:57 GMT -5
"I find that racist towards Pirates" she says mock indignantly.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 12:28:17 GMT -5
He rolls his eyes, though he remains smiling. "Oh? I wasn't aware that Pirates were a race. I thought it was just an occupation. I could have sworn your race was elf...."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 12:33:34 GMT -5
She looks even more affronted
"Pirates are a race." She "hmph!"s rather well.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 12:45:33 GMT -5
He blinks, then smiles, taking a step down and bowing before her. "Then please forgive me, Miss Faelin, for my foolishness and silly words," he says with a smile.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 12:48:52 GMT -5
"A kiss will suffice." She says, still looking away, but a smile creeps onto her face.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 12:57:27 GMT -5
He stands straight back up, taking her shoulder to turn her. "I humbly accept then," he says with a large sly grin and begins to lean in.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:01:38 GMT -5
Faelin smirks in a rather dirty way and grabs Devon roughly and pulls him down to her face uncomfortably.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 13:07:26 GMT -5
He blinks, not expecting the elf-girl to abruptly drag him down so roughly (as compared to his light-hearted romantic manner). After the momentary surprise, he couldn't help but return the look as well.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:10:21 GMT -5
((I do suck at romantic stuff...))
Faelin pushes her face into Devon's, her lips almost smothering his.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 13:12:09 GMT -5
((Yeah...I feel funny about it too.....Shall we just skip to "moments after?"))
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:19:02 GMT -5
((Yes, but what could be happening "moments after"?!?))
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 13:20:58 GMT -5
((Well....it depends on what they did in the present. Was it just making out or....?))
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:27:08 GMT -5
((I'm too young and scared to think about it...SO HERE'S THE PLAN!!!))
As Faelin was attempting to engulf Devon's lips, Mr Rove walked back in with some dark clothes. He stares at them for a moment, then chuckles politely
"Ladies' man, eh sir?" he asks, smiling once again, seeming to be not at all bothered by the fact two people had been snogging in his shop.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 13:31:30 GMT -5
((I'M TOO INNOCENT AS WELL! *goes with plan*))
Devon turns his head, blushing a bit out of embarassment. "Oh--I'm so sorry..." He then smiles apologetically at Faelin.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:38:39 GMT -5
The Elf winks at him, then pats him on the knee.
"Are these to your liking, sir?" asks Mr Rove, holding up dark clothing, it looked...
((YOU CHOOSE! NOW! I COMMAND IT!))
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