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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 10, 2007 15:49:45 GMT
*He shrugged, feeling humiliated.*
No-nothing, um.....
*He stuttered a bit.*
Wouldnt mindifikissedyouagain.
*He ran his words together and felt so humiliated red in the face he wouldnt be surprised if it was blood or something.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 10, 2007 15:52:11 GMT
*tries not to laugh so as not to embarass him further*
*smirks, finally collecting herself bit by bit*
Maybe.
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 10, 2007 15:54:09 GMT
*He blushed looking at her.*
Maybe?
*He smiled slightly.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 10, 2007 15:55:08 GMT
*laughs softly*
You know, for someone who tends to be quite bold, you do an awful lot of blushing, sir.
*grins*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 10, 2007 15:56:30 GMT
*He laughed a bit.*
Yes, your right.
*He looked around.*
Perhaps we should leave from the nosy eyed public?
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 10, 2007 15:56:56 GMT
*smiles*
Okay. Sounds fine by me.
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 10, 2007 15:57:38 GMT
Your place or mine?
*He asked.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 10, 2007 15:59:15 GMT
*hesitates*
*doesn't desire Rook dropping in unexpectedly*
Maybe we can go to yours?
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 10, 2007 15:59:46 GMT
*He smiled and grabbed her hand and the Disapparated*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 12, 2007 21:03:20 GMT
*sighs as the only punter in the place this evening leaves the pub and considers calling it a night*
*collects the money on the counter and puts away the half empty bottle of whiskey*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Nov 12, 2007 21:09:41 GMT
*enters so quietly that she didn't even hear him come in*
*speaks softly once he is at the bar while her back is turned*
Hello...
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 12, 2007 21:13:45 GMT
*quickly turns around, surprised to not have heard anyone come in*
*sees who it is and raises an eyebrow*
Well, well...I had almost forgotten what you look like.
Whiskey?
*pulls out a glass and a bottle*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Nov 12, 2007 21:19:27 GMT
*nods, wondering how angry she is at him as he hasn't felt like seeing her lately after his last encounter with Silvery*
*sighs and sits down on a stool, waiting for his much needed drink*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 12, 2007 21:23:17 GMT
*pours out his whiskey and slides the glass in front of him, not really knowing what to say as she doesn't know where she stands with him anymore*
You shouldn't be here, you know. Draco comes here pretty often looking for you.
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Nov 12, 2007 21:32:44 GMT
*shrugs*
I don't care any more.
*downs his drink and looks up at her*
Do you?
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