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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 10, 2008 10:19:15 GMT -5
*When morning came, she slipped out of the bed and into her day-clothes, grabbing her reticule but leaving the rest of her things there. She felt she should explore the city she was now, for all reasons and purposes, stuck in.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 15:51:31 GMT -5
**THAT NIGHT**
*Marianne returned about sunset, happily tired and ready to fall asleep. She looked distinctly happier than she had when she'd left that morning, and also a bit more sunned.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 16:08:23 GMT -5
*Daniel, of course, had just woken up, though at least he managed to look like he had. Though there was the added element of hunger in his eyes thanks to having a rather early urge to feed.
He quirked a brow as she came in*
"Busy day?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 16:11:08 GMT -5
"I've got a job!" *She said brightly, laying down her reticule.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 16:36:22 GMT -5
*That was unexpected. Though really, he couldn't expect to her to stay shut indoors all day*
"Really? Where at?"
*He hopped off the bed and started hunting for his boots*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 16:37:35 GMT -5
"A patisserie nearby." *She said, slipping off her own kid boots after leaning down to undo the row of buttons.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 16:43:02 GMT -5
*Dessert. Probably one of the few things he missed about being human.
Finally finding the boots, he sat back down on the edge of the bed*
"Sounds delicious."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 16:43:59 GMT -5
*She smiled and nodded.*
"And the woman who owns it, Eponine, makes the best pain au chocolat I have ever tasted. And I've tasted a lot."
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 16:47:40 GMT -5
Eponine?
*No, there was probably nothing to that. Perhaps someone that liked the story and named their daughter that. No exactly an uncommon practice*
"I rather miss chocolate." He said, a bit wistfully.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 16:49:04 GMT -5
*She cocked her head.*
"Miss it? What, can't you eat chocolate?"
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 19:57:04 GMT -5
*He gave her a wry smile*
"Sadly, no, I can't. Wasn't always that way, at least."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 20:33:34 GMT -5
"But why..."
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 20:53:53 GMT -5
*As if he could tell her the real reason*
"Can't stomach it anymore."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 20:58:19 GMT -5
"Oh."
*It didn't make much sense to her, actually. She went to her bag and grabbed Notre Dame de Paris before sitting down and opening to where an old ribbon bookmark was resting.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 21:03:05 GMT -5
*Boots on, he got to his feet, giving her a shrug*
"It happens."
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