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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 10:12:31 GMT -5
*Emily raised and eyebrow and glanced down at her clothes doubtfully.*
"Blue jeans and a Madonna t-shirt?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 13, 2007 10:15:47 GMT -5
*Brandi gave her an 'and why not?' expression.*
"Dude...trust me. I've studied a lot of art. Over half of it...I just don't get. In college, I saw a whole exhibit sculpted from candy. It was neat. Until you start thinking about it and then it's all...ew, sugar...out a long time. Yuck."
*She scrunched her nose at the thought.*
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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 10:18:52 GMT -5
"I went to the annual chocolate festival in my town, once. They had an eight foot talk sculpture of a human head done entirely in chocolate. Not to mention samples everywhere, to stop you from taking a bit out of its nose or something."
*She glanced at Genghis and made an effort to involve him in the conversation.*
"Chocolate--are you a fan?"
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Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 13, 2007 10:25:27 GMT -5
*Genghis did not move his position, but arched his brow.*
"I...have limited experience with the thing. And I have never had troubles with virility, so I saw no need to seek it from the Mayans."
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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 10:30:39 GMT -5
".........right."
*Emily went back to daubing paint on her feet.*
"I don't suppose there's much point in doing the ankles? They won't touch the canvas," *she muttered to herself.*
"I used to love chocolate when I was little, but in recent years I seem to have lost my taste for it," *she said, louder.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 13, 2007 10:33:14 GMT -5
*Brandi could only shrug. What did Emily expect from him?*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 13, 2007 10:34:14 GMT -5
"Perhaps you merely seek something sweeter. I found it to be very bitter."
*Genghis sighed, trying to figure out what she was trying to get at.*
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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 10:36:55 GMT -5
*Emily cocked her head to one side and squinted at Genghis.*
"...uh. Right. I meant the modern stuff. Milk. Sugar. I mean, I still like the darker stuff, but...oh hell, here."
*She put down the brush and cupped her hands over each other and opened them to reveal a square of high-quality milk chocolate. She tore the foil wrapping off it (trying not to remember the last time she'd done something along those lines,) and popped it into Genghis' mouth.*
"How's that?"
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Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 13, 2007 10:47:20 GMT -5
*Genghis looked surprised for a moment and he started to chew. It was different, sweeter. And strange. He tried to hide his potential dislike of the thing behind an air of appreciation. He hadn't decided after all.*
"It is...unexpected."
Like so much else about you.
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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 10:48:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm on the fence about it myself. I don't exactly hate it, but at the same time I don't understand all the skinny bitches who call themselves chocoholics."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 13, 2007 10:54:35 GMT -5
*Genghis lifted his brow, unsure what that last word meant. But not wanting to lose his aloofness, he answered simply.*
"Indeed."
*He looked back to the canvas and Brandi.*
"So...you are done with the painting?"
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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 10:56:33 GMT -5
"Almost."
*Picking an empty-looking spot, she took to the canvas at a dead run and flung herself at it at the last second with a muffle "oof!" as she ricocheted off with a squelch and landed flat on the floor, staring up at the rough approximation of human form now smeared across the canvas.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 13, 2007 11:00:36 GMT -5
*Genghis shook his head slightly and gave Brandi a stern look that silenced her giggle. He approached Emily and offered her a hand up.*
"I admit...this is not the kind of painting that I was expecting."
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Post by Emily on Aug 13, 2007 11:09:47 GMT -5
"Me neither."
*Emily took hold of Genghis' hand and tried to stand up, but her paint-slick hand slid out of his grasp and she fell back down.*
"Damn. Sorry. I'm a bit more nonstick than usual."
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Post by Kris on Aug 13, 2007 11:12:38 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm on the fence about it myself. I don't exactly hate it, but at the same time I don't understand all the skinny bitches who call themselves chocoholics." "Did someone call me?" *Kris trilled from the doorway.* "Sorry I'm late; I had to go make a Krispy Kreme so I could get a double-chocolate cake donut. Or twelve. Want one?"
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