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Post by Brandi on Feb 23, 2009 14:19:25 GMT -5
*Brandi's lips tightened, her face dipping at the thought. Just the two of them? How long had it been now? Could she even remember. She slipped her hands up his chest, her eyes drifting up to his after.*
"I know, Baby. I wouldn't mind that myself, to be honest. But...I'm trying to be patient. But it don't mean that it ain't on my mind."
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 23, 2009 14:25:34 GMT -5
"Right. Patience," Cry-Baby repeated, resisting the urge to encircle her waist with his hands and maybe set her up on the counter, waffles be damned. Still, a resistible urge was something of a novelty these days, and he sort of enjoyed that. "I just don't want you takin' on too much, just 'cause I... Well, you tell me what I need to do, baby. An' I will. Anything."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 23, 2009 16:39:35 GMT -5
*Brandi smiled, turning completely back to the stove and bumping him affectionately with her hip.*
"And that's why you're my lovin' man." *She was happy just like this. It seemed...almost normal.*
"You know me, glutton for punishment." *She poked, grinning back at him.* "Ooh, and waffles." *She leaned forward, pulling another waffle from the iron and refilling it with a pleasant hiss.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 23, 2009 16:44:53 GMT -5
Cry-Baby chuckled.
"You glutton on anythin' you like," he said. "Long as you're happy."
He surveyed the stack.
"How're we doin'?"
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Post by Brandi on Feb 23, 2009 17:13:05 GMT -5
*She was happy with him. And those were two things she hadn't been expecting for a while now. She glanced at the plate.*
"Got a mass of them, but if you think it's gonna be bad up there, I figure I should make a few more."
*Brandi gestured behind him with the fork she'd been prying them from the iron with.*
"Though if you're looking to be useful, you could grab some milk and juice from the fridge. And some cups. And plates and silver. And the syrup from the top shelf."
*She pointed to each in turn and them gave him a wink.*
"That'd be all sorts of helpful."
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 23, 2009 17:34:09 GMT -5
"Useful? Thought I was here for decoration," Cry-Baby said, nonetheless moving to the fridge and pulling out the requested items. He figured they'd be using their hands anyway, and forks might be dangerous, but he got them anyway.
"We might have to teach 'em how to use these," he pointed out. "Don't know if they'll just, you know, know."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 24, 2009 7:36:07 GMT -5
*Brandi paused, batter sizzling. She turned to glance back at him.*
"If you think it's too soon...I mean, you know them better than anyone I suppose. I don't want them to hurt themselves. Or each other."
If something happened to one, we might have to start all over again and there just ain't know way I'm letting that happen.
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 24, 2009 11:01:19 GMT -5
Cry-Baby shrugged.
"Hard to say. They gotta learn sometime; kids their age use forks, after all. An' they listen well enough, you get Killian, er, talkin' to 'em."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 24, 2009 11:13:23 GMT -5
*Brandi listened, noting things. It did make a crazy sort of sense, him being the oldest and all. She nodded.*
"Ok. There's a couple of trays under that bit of counter there."
*She gestured briefly before retrieving another waffle.*
"If you wanna head up and get 'em started, I can bring the rest of them up when I'm done. If you like."
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 24, 2009 12:10:13 GMT -5
"Can do," Cry-Baby said, retrieving the trays and placing a stack of plates and the first stack of waffles on one, a jug of milk and juice and utensils on the other. He paused, his hands full, to kiss Brandi briefly.
"See you up there." He winked. "Don't let 'em intimidate you."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 25, 2009 7:23:42 GMT -5
"I'll do my best." *She assured them. How bad could they be anyways. Brandi quickly decided that wasn't the best question to be asking.*
"I'll just be a sec." *She said, honing in on finishing up the waffles.*
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