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Post by Renn on Aug 16, 2008 17:41:21 GMT -5
"Then how is it even remotely fair that you're going to go out there and try to get killed again when you want me to sit at home and wait like a good little girl?" *she snapped.*
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 16, 2008 17:42:08 GMT -5
"I'm not the one who's been shot and knocked myself out cold!"
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Post by Renn on Aug 16, 2008 17:46:42 GMT -5
"Yes, well-"
*She scowled at him.*
"There are people out there that're hurt worse than me still fighting!"
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 16, 2008 17:48:50 GMT -5
"They're not you, and given your track record for this particular insurrection, I'd say the odds are pretty good you're actually going to get shot this time!"
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Post by Renn on Aug 16, 2008 17:57:14 GMT -5
"You are such a pain," *she groaned, laying back.* "My head hurts too much to argue with you anymore."
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 16, 2008 17:58:08 GMT -5
*He smirked before turning and leaving without a word.*
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Post by Renn on Aug 16, 2008 18:05:35 GMT -5
*She scowled at his retreating back and leaned back against the bed.*
"Whatever," *she muttered.*
*After a while of staring at the wall, she decided that this was boring and allowed herself to drift to sleep.*
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 16, 2008 18:09:01 GMT -5
*When Enjolras returned, a few hours later during a lull in the fighting, he found her still fast asleep. He made his way over to her bedside and looked at her face, for once not glaring or angry at him. A stray lock of hair fell over her face and he put it back in place on impulse. Immediately afterward he felt stupid, standing there being useless.*
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Post by Renn on Aug 17, 2008 17:24:50 GMT -5
*She stirred and shifted disturbed by his hand on her face.*
"Mmmm?" *she mumbled without opening her eyes.*
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 17, 2008 17:27:17 GMT -5
*He froze.*
Oh Mother of... what if she wakes up?
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Post by Renn on Aug 17, 2008 17:35:06 GMT -5
*She sat up and tried to stretch, but of course, the wound in her shoulder made that extremely painful.*
"Ow! Goddamn monkey fu-" *she stopped short when she caught sight of Enjolras.*
"Oh," *she blushed a little, before she realized that she was supposed to be angry at him for existing.*
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 17, 2008 17:37:35 GMT -5
"I was ... looking... for my... book."
*In a room where there were no books, in the middle of a revolution.*
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Post by Renn on Aug 17, 2008 17:41:00 GMT -5
*She looked around the room.*
"There aren't any books in here," *she said, her voice lacking it's usual malice for once.*
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 17, 2008 17:42:19 GMT -5
"... then I guess it's not in here." *He continued, sucking at this whole excuse thing. And despite the fact that this was normally the point where someone searching for a book left to search elsewhere, he didn't move.*
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Post by Renn on Aug 17, 2008 17:47:34 GMT -5
*She looked at him for a long moment, one eyebrow raised.*
"So what are you really doing in here?"
*She wouldn't dare to hope that he was actually checking in because he was worried about her. That would be silly and completely unrealistic. He was a prick, after all.*
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