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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:53:57 GMT -5
"...idiot?" He supplied helpfully.
He then shrugged.
"I've always been of the opinion that the high society types can go stuff themselves. They're a pack of hypocrites, really. They tear down someone for something trivial, but do things behind closed doors that would...well, make you faint."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:59:34 GMT -5
*She glared ineffectually at her slippered feet before grabbing her bag from Daniel and digging out a handkerchief, into which she blew her nose delicately.*
*Something about him made her want to believe he hadn't been going to hurt her. She snuck a quick glance at him and her pulse, predictably, quickened just a tiny bit.*
"And she'll doubtless have told my parents I'm some sort of ruined woman and I'll be disinherited and..." *She burst into tears again.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:05:29 GMT -5
"Calm down. Getting hysterical won't help you."
*He grabbed her free hand in his own*
"Come, and don't worry about it. I think I could persuade her to keep her gossip to herself."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 17:06:58 GMT -5
*She turned her huge, dark blue-green eyes up to his.*
"You would... do that? For me?" *She asked quietly.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:16:18 GMT -5
"Certainly." He said matter-of-factly.
Wait...what the hell are you DOING, Daniel?
*In all honesty, he had no bloody idea*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 17:20:55 GMT -5
*She smiled softly up at him, and despite her eyes being still rimmed with red, she looked very lovely when smiling.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:24:18 GMT -5
*She had no idea just how tempting she was.
He gave her hand a little tug*
"Come on, then. Let's not sit around here, hmm?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 17:32:47 GMT -5
*She nodded and stood. By mistake, she ended up very, very close to him... oblivious to the fact that her body was brushing his, she went to pick up her bag from where she'd placed it on the bench. All of this without breaking her featherlight contact with his hand.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:37:31 GMT -5
*He'd like nothing better than to be a lot closer than that, but damned if he'd break the bet that soon.
Luckily, Le Rouge wasn't all that far away from where he'd found her. She couldn't be faulted for not finding it again, though, as the streets in this section tended to be haphazard.
At last, they were back where they'd started*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 17:41:18 GMT -5
*She placed her bag in the corner she had before, turning to him and biting her lip.*
"Um... do you think... that is do you... is there a shower?" *She stammered.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:43:14 GMT -5
"They have baths here, yes. Would have to get a couple of the workers here to fill it up."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 17:46:25 GMT -5
"Would it be too much trouble to ask..." *She turned a bit pink. Bathing was not a proper subject to be discussing with a man, ignoring the fact that she was staying in said man's room and he'd seen her in her nightgown.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:48:16 GMT -5
*He quirked a brow*
"Yes?"
*He didn't know if he should be irritated by her shyness or not. He'd have to figure that out, later.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 17:50:48 GMT -5
"Could someone fill the bathtub up, please." *She said in a small voice, but an audible one.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 17:53:38 GMT -5
*He had to resist the urge to chuckle*
"I'll fetch someone for you."
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