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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 19:53:52 GMT -5
"I've never seen it in full ball regalia--I'm told it's a sight to behold." *She said this almost wistfully. Then, remembering what she'd stuffed in her pocket, she reached into her dress and began pulling on a pair of elbow-length utility gloves she liked to use when she scrubbed the kitchen.*
"Shall we dance?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 20:05:10 GMT -5
He colored slightly and lowered his gaze to the floor prior to clearing his throat and holding his hands aloft. "Let's," he replied in a stiff English accent, closing the distance between them, allowing one hand to search out the small of Cal's back while the other took her gloved hand.
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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 20:07:26 GMT -5
*A giggle escaped her.* "I feel rather small." *She replied, also in a stiff accent.* "Are you entirely sure you can reach?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 20:17:58 GMT -5
"I do believe so, my lady," he responded, his voice taking on a falsetto pitch for purely comedic reasons. "How's the earth down there?"
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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 20:19:32 GMT -5
"Closer." *She snorted, placing her other gloved hand on his shoulder.* "And should I be leading?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 20:21:18 GMT -5
"Why not?" he shrugged, stifling a chuckle.
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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 20:21:59 GMT -5
"Mmm you might not want to trust my dancing skills. I'm better at can-cans on tabletops than at waltzes."
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 20:23:14 GMT -5
"What have you been doing at night, my lady?" he asked, arching a brow.
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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 20:25:11 GMT -5
"Oh, a dissolute life of general vampire-gypsy revelry." *Cal said as she shrugged nonchalantly.* "I mean, er, cough cough, nothing a lady wouldn't do of course."
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 20:27:07 GMT -5
"Of course," he nodded, managing to retain his accent. "I mean, you naughty girl!"
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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 20:28:04 GMT -5
"I am caught! What shall I do!" *Her acting was stiff and awkward, but hilariously, purposely so.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 20:29:48 GMT -5
"You shall surrender to my wishes!" he exclaimed, pretending to brandish a sword.
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Post by Cal on Jul 22, 2009 20:31:12 GMT -5
*She threw a hand to her forehead.*
"My maiden virtue is lost for sure!"
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Post by Ned on Jul 22, 2009 21:44:28 GMT -5
Ned put on a slight sneer, the expression terribly foreign on his face, and enclosed his arm about Cal's figure. "I'm afraid so, my lady," he laughed darkly. "And off I go, stealing away with your virtue!" He picked her up from the floor in the crook of one arm and commenced to rush her around the ballroom, making odd sound effects every now and then.
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Post by Cal on Jul 27, 2009 18:47:15 GMT -5
*She shook with laughter, fighting to get words out.*
"No, dummy, that's not my virtue; you stole all of me"
*The fact that she had supernatural strength and could jump down any time didn't seem to hit her.*
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