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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 0:53:15 GMT -5
She turns, face hard as she pulls a book from the shelf, but upon seeing that it's not who she thinks it is, she forces the glare to soften a bit. "Yes?"
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 0:54:50 GMT -5
He seems to notice the glare and smiles awkwardly, but he speaks perfectly cool and at ease. "Sorry, I didn't mean to come off as such a stalker, but are you Cyn Domenetti?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 0:55:51 GMT -5
She nods cautiously. "Yes, that's me, why?" she asks, looking away to pull down a second book.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 0:59:33 GMT -5
He smiles gratefully, as if thankful to not make such a great fool of himself. Then he holds out his hand to shake. "I've seen you around quite a bit, and if I've been staring earlier, its because I've been trying to figure out if it was really you or not. I'm Hadrian...um...Margerita's nephew. My aunt has spoken quite a bit about you and your family to me, and I suppose I had become excited to meet you."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 1:03:12 GMT -5
"Oh," she replies with a relieved sigh, shaking his hand with her free one. "Yes, Rita's told us about you, I can't believe I'd forgotten. She smiles, grabbing her third book. "Would you like to sit with me?" she asks politely.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 1:04:30 GMT -5
He smiles in return. "Yes, sure." His eyes glance down to her book. "Can I help you with those books?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 1:06:47 GMT -5
She shakes her head, balancing the three thick books in one arm as she starts to move to her table, where her phone is still ringing incessantly. "No, thanks. When your big, strong brother is too busy carrying your best friend's books, you learn to manage." She says the words playfully, but a hint of bitterness seeps in.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 1:09:10 GMT -5
He shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes in turn. "I think I've seen him around as well. You look a lot tougher than him, for the record."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 1:10:29 GMT -5
She grins. "I am a lot tougher than him. All he ever wants to do is make out with his girlfriend and play with his stupid plants. At least I know how to move."
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 1:11:51 GMT -5
He laughs lightly at her comment, then asks more out of curiosity than anything. "Move? Do you dance, or is your brother just that sedentary by comparison?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 1:13:39 GMT -5
"My brother is immensely sedientary, especially compared to me." She chuckles slightly, then shakes her head. "I'm sorry, this must sound horrible, the way I'm talking about my own brother."
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 1:16:01 GMT -5
He shakes his head. "Nah. One, I've heard worse, two, your comments are hardly character-bashing, and three...well, I don't have a third." He smiles.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 1:19:08 GMT -5
"Thanks," she replies with a grin. "That's reassuring." She glances down at the phone, which was still for a moment, then started to ring again. She picks it up angrily, muttering into the voicepiece, "Leave me alone! I don't need--" she trails off, eyes wide. "Sorry, Mom.... I just... Elena wouldn't.... Sorry.... yeah, I will.... Aka said she'd send Orlin for me in a few hours.... Thanks Mom.... Bye..." She hangs up wincing at the phone, before turning it off.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 1:21:24 GMT -5
Hadrian purses his lips quietly as he watches the scene unfold before him. Then, he softly comments, "Sounds like your brother isn't the only one you have a dish with, huh?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 1:22:43 GMT -5
"That would be an understatement." She shakes her head sadly. "It's also why I'm working on my history project here indtead of at my best friend's house like I usually would be."
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