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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 19:19:09 GMT -5
"Um indeed," he relied, tilting his head some, noir locks twitching idly about his pale visage. "How old are you..?"
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 19:35:43 GMT -5
Aimee chuckled softly, "16 years.. yourself?" She asked turning the question around.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 19:38:52 GMT -5
"Ah, fifteen." He nodded a bit, beginning to pull at the grass again, shreadding the blades of grass and letting them fall back to the earth.
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 19:47:46 GMT -5
The flower she'd been clutching now lay infront of her hand a few inches. As he reached to pull grass, Aimee reached for the flower. She smiled, as a light blush filled her cheeks, when her hand grazed his. "I'm er.. 15.. but 16 in a week.." Aimee said quietly. She always said she was older when her next birthday was so soon.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 19:51:45 GMT -5
Questions attacked his mind like a raging cloud of pixies as he watched her hand touch his - was that on purpose? Did she like him? She was really fifteen? Was she lying? What was his name..? He frowned to himself - of course he knew his d**ned name. He looked back up to her, smiling some. "Oh? Happy birthday."
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 19:58:53 GMT -5
Aimee gave a charmed smile, "Thank you Absinthe.." She said softly picking up the flower and holding it to her nose once more.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 20:01:11 GMT -5
He watched the grass in his fingers for a moment before tossing it at her. He grinned, sticking out his tongue childishly.
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 20:05:38 GMT -5
When Aimee received a handful of grass landing on her clothing, she began to giggle, and pulled off the petals of the daisy, gathered them in her palm and blew them in his direction, then reached up to pull a piece of grass from her hair.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 20:13:39 GMT -5
A plume of petals dispersed over the leg of his black slacks. He brushed them off, smiling up at her. After a moment Absinthe frowned, leaning forward on all fours. He was just moments from her face, he reaching up a hand. He lightly removed another piece of grass from her sunny locks, lingering for a moment before sitting back where he was.
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 20:19:15 GMT -5
As Absinthe leaned close to her, to brush away the grass from her hair, Aimee gave him the most genuinely sweet smile she could. "Thanks.." She whispered softly her eyes darting from his left to his right.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 20:20:50 GMT -5
"Most welcome," he breathed lightly, his toxic view taking the same courses.
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 20:26:19 GMT -5
Aimee leaned a bit closer, a small smile growing upon her pinkened lips. She wanted to speak, but couldn't think of something to say.. it might ruin whatever "moment" this could be.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 20:40:51 GMT -5
Absinthe flushed minisculely as she came closer to him. Should he lean forward as well? She was pretty, funny, cute.. He had just met her, though.. How was he sure this lean meant? He bit his tongue, his body moving uncertainly forward as well.
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Post by Aimee Adele on Dec 19, 2005 20:45:28 GMT -5
Why did he have to be so handsome? She let a small sigh escape her lips as he leaned closer. What was she supposed to do? Kiss him? Perhaps that is where this was going.. She bit her bottom lip leaning just a tad bit closer, wondering what would happen? She'd leave it to him.
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Post by Absinthe Lacroix on Dec 19, 2005 20:53:13 GMT -5
Oh. He had to be the man, didn't he..? Should he be a gentleman? Leave the kiss for the second date? Dodge left and perhaps brush her cheek..? Did she sigh? Was she bored?! Absinthe was so confused. He raked his teeth over his lower lip momentarily before leaning in quickly, pecking her cheek. "I have to go," he said quietly against her ear before pulling himself up, disappearing into the academy.
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