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Post by becca on Jan 18, 2011 19:07:05 GMT -8
OOC: Poor Jerrie (hehe)
IC: She nodded about him not being ready for a relationship. It took her four years to actually see a tom as not threat. "I'm not sure about that. It took me four years to view a guy as not being a threat. That in itself is a feat."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 19:09:30 GMT -8
((Try OOC marks in double brackets, dearie))
He offered her a bit of a smile. "Well, mebbe we settle for just friends f' now? See if anythin' actually comes of it. Like I said, y' c'n do better."
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Post by becca on Jan 18, 2011 19:11:47 GMT -8
((Sorry))
She gave him a tentative smile back. "That sounds good to me."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 19:15:30 GMT -8
((It's okay, just simpler for the eye to follow))
He glanced around. "I should probably head out. I've got a bit more work t' deal with..."
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Post by becca on Jan 18, 2011 19:16:46 GMT -8
She nodded. "So I'll see you around? Maybe...?" She said uncertainly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 19:19:01 GMT -8
"Yeah, probably. Take care, Demeter." He rose, closing his knife and sliding both the blade and the wood block into his pockets.
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Post by becca on Jan 18, 2011 19:21:15 GMT -8
She rose as well. "I'm sorry for putting you on spot like that."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 19:23:08 GMT -8
He shrugged a bit. "It's alright."
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Post by becca on Jan 18, 2011 19:44:09 GMT -8
Deme was still feeling bad about all she put him through but didn't say anything.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 18, 2011 19:45:27 GMT -8
He tipped his hat, offering her a last smile before slipping out.
((exit Jerrie))
[End Thread]
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