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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 20:42:54 GMT -8
"You sure? I mean, met, maybe not, but you look like I've seen you around before." He squinted his eyes slightly to consider her, glancing down at the papers after a moment.
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 20:51:36 GMT -8
"Well," before she could answer the sudden question of how good a dancer he was crossed her mind and she was momentarily dumb under her blushing, hands completely still.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 20:54:06 GMT -8
He blinked, and leaned forward slightly to get a better look at her. "Are you okay?" he asked, waving the papers in front of her slightly.
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 20:58:28 GMT -8
She shook a little bit, eyes still large, "Yes." It was a bit of a squeak but she managed to get the word out. That seemed to make a difference as she refocused her gaze on the papers and restarted her breathing. "Yes, I- I'm fine. I suppose it wouldn't be impossible to have seen each other around. My family has lived here for some time." She tried to return her attention to the task of sorting but her gaze continued to flick in his direction.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 21:02:15 GMT -8
"Alright," he said, considering her again and making sure he was keeping the papers in his paws in order. "Well, do you attend a specific church at all? I might have seen you around St. Giles?"
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 21:04:16 GMT -8
A few papers slipped off her pile as her hand slipped. "St. Giles? Yes. My- my mother and- and I. We go to St. Giles every week."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 21:18:46 GMT -8
"Aha!" he declared victoriously. "I knew I recognized you." He glanced her over again. "That color suits you."
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 21:20:39 GMT -8
The blush returned with gusto. "Th-thank you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 21:21:54 GMT -8
"Well, it's a bit different on you, but I think it suits," he nodded his head firmly.
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 21:27:40 GMT -8
She turned back to the papers, blush still in full swing and creeping into her ears.
I guess Mother was right. She thought to herself.
"I- I think I can handle the papers from here." She said.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 21:31:43 GMT -8
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean, I could walk you to where you're going, protect you from running into anycat else," he offered with a faint grin.
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 21:34:25 GMT -8
A quick gasp of a laugh slips out. "You don't have to- I- I mean, that's not neccesary." It is still a cumbersome pile of papers in her lap. "I'm only a few blocks away."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 21:39:49 GMT -8
"Well, I mean, I don't mind," he said with a shrug and offered her a smile. "Least I could do?"
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Post by wolfiso on Oct 23, 2011 21:47:47 GMT -8
"A-Alright." She said as she stood up. The same part of her brain that wondered about dancing, noted that the dark patch over his eye gave him a sort of rakish offhand charm.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 21:50:29 GMT -8
Grinning, he rose fluidly. "Great. Where are you headed?"
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