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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 20, 2009 16:00:06 GMT -5
"It's fine," Tristan shrugged as he finished cleaning the wall. He wiped his hands on his pants and looked around. "All set?" he asked her, rocking on his heels a bit.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 20, 2009 22:28:53 GMT -5
"Um, yeah. I guess." Fiona said awkwardly as she tugged on a piece of her hair and looked to the floor. It was a habit she picked up in her childhood. When she was nervous or just felt odd in a situation she pulled her hair so it was kind of covering her face a little. It made her feel hidden and unnoticed. She walked out to where she had dropped her bag, picking it up again and turning to Tristan. Her brain fought with her emotions as she tried to find something nice to say. As much as he angered her, she still was thankful for him. "Thanks," she said almost in a questioning tone. As if she were questioning herself. Her eyes quickly darted to the floor again as she walked out.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 21, 2009 12:42:37 GMT -5
Tristan smiled to himself softly as Fiona walked out the door. She was an odd girl... she went from yelling at him, to killing her father, to yelling, to being sad, to being practical, to being... sweet... so quickly. He could barely keep up with her. But he was looking forward to trying. He was also looking forward to trying to help her...
"You're welcome," he said quietly as he followed her out the door.
OOC: Newwwww thread?
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