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Post by amanika on Apr 8, 2011 23:50:21 GMT -8
He described the place in a little more detail to her, "How does that sound?"
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Post by wolfiso on Apr 10, 2011 21:04:21 GMT -8
((getting frustrated with how vague we've gotten. Do you mind if I start inventing details?))
She pointed out the deli just a couple storefronts ahead."Ah, there's the place." She said instead, changing the subject while she thought about it. It did sound grand and she'd probably agree, but there was no need to give him so satisfying an answer too quickly.
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Post by amanika on Apr 11, 2011 3:13:28 GMT -8
((I was staying vague on purpose, since I rather figured it wasn't going to get played out. Plus I have no idea what there would have been in the city in 1919))
The Siamese nodded, "I suppose this marks my cue to leave then, so tell me, will I have the pleasure of your company again tonight?"
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Post by wolfiso on Apr 11, 2011 19:05:47 GMT -8
"Yes, Mr. Morgan. I will go dancing with you tonight. And, if you please, I shall meet you right here at seven for that purpose." On a whim, she leaned in and kissed his cheek before disengaging herself to enter the deli.
((okay then))
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Post by amanika on Apr 15, 2011 6:15:19 GMT -8
His smile was just a little triumphant at that. "I shall look forward to it." he told her, grining further at the kiss before turning to watch her leave.
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Post by wolfiso on Apr 15, 2011 12:08:45 GMT -8
Cassandra didn't look back as she entered the deli calling a greeting to the owner's wife.
((Exit Cassandra))
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Post by amanika on Apr 16, 2011 6:33:28 GMT -8
The Siamese grinned again at her retreating back, looking forward to the evening more than he'd thought. This was certainly going to be interesting.
[Thread End]
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