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Post by Belladonna on Oct 8, 2007 22:27:08 GMT -5
*Bella frowned.* Why don't you want to hold hands with me, Enjolrasss? Don't you love me? *She looked over at Christian.* Christian is still holding my hand. Christian likes me. He's my buddy. Right, Christian? *She giggled.*
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Post by Micaela on Oct 8, 2007 22:29:08 GMT -5
*Enjolras was quiet when he spoke, in that way he only was when he was pissed.*
"I'd like to speak to you later, Bella." *He said.*
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Post by Christian on Oct 8, 2007 22:32:53 GMT -5
Christian gently tugged his hand away from Bella's. He flashed an apologizing smile in her direction and continued eating. The turkey turned into a bland mess in his mouth. He took a swig from his glass and found that it was rather bitter.
He wondered if he was going mad.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 8, 2007 22:32:55 GMT -5
*But since he'd never really been pissed with her, and she was drunk, Bella didn't pick up on his pissed-ness.* Of course, sweeeeetness. *She frowned slightly when Christian pulled his hand away, but just took a bite of her turkey.* This is really really very super good.
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Post by Christian on Oct 8, 2007 22:37:29 GMT -5
Christian remained quiet. Was that regret or guilt sitting heavily on his stomach?
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Post by Micaela on Oct 8, 2007 22:41:46 GMT -5
*Enjolras smoldered some more.*
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Post by Christian on Oct 8, 2007 22:43:43 GMT -5
((The most awkward dinner ever.))
Christian pulled anxiously at his collar and returned to pushing around his food with his fork.
"Perhaps it'd be for the best, you know, if I left?"
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 8, 2007 22:45:33 GMT -5
No, no, no! Of course not! You're our guest, and my friend, remember? You have to stay! *She looked from one to the other.* So, boys, would you stop glaaaring at each other and at me and just talk it out, puh-leeease?
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Post by Micaela on Oct 8, 2007 22:46:05 GMT -5
**ENJ**
*You mistake me, Bella. I'm not glaring at Christian at all."
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 8, 2007 22:46:50 GMT -5
*She pouted.* Well, this dinner has been so very very super awkward that I feel like we all have...issues. Soooooooo...let's talk.
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Post by Christian on Oct 8, 2007 22:50:15 GMT -5
"Uh, about what in particular?"
Christian scratched his head in thought.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 8, 2007 22:51:14 GMT -5
About our issues!
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Post by Micaela on Oct 8, 2007 22:52:19 GMT -5
"Bella, this is not the time for therapy, and you're in no state to be giving advice, anyhow."
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 8, 2007 22:53:29 GMT -5
Oh, psh. This is the perfect time for therapy! This is an open circle...of friends...there's lots of love in here! And we have comfort food!
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Post by Micaela on Oct 8, 2007 22:55:16 GMT -5
*He coughed.*
"Bella, I truly don't think you should be holding therapy sessions right now." *He said, attempting, with his tone, to get his point across.*
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