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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 17:44:37 GMT -5
The day had begun and ended like any other, with the rising and setting of the sun. The moon and stars had come out to taunt their descending brother and cast a muted glow upon the city of Paris from behind a thin curtain of clouds.
Ned tidied up the mess in the restaurant's kitchen and dusted off his floury hands on the front of his apron, preparing to lock up and head upstairs for the comforting warmth of his bed.
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 17:46:36 GMT -5
*There was a knock at the door and a loud 'psssst' noise.*
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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 17:48:20 GMT -5
The man jumped and hastily hung his apron on a wooden peg behind him. He hurried to the door.
"Sorry, we're closed!" he called out.
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 17:50:34 GMT -5
*She pulled her hood down and smiled sheepishly.* "Do you make exceptions for vampires who like pie?"
... and piemakers?
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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 17:53:36 GMT -5
"Oh! I hadn't realized--"
He stammered a quick apology and ushered her in, ensuring that he maintained a safe distance from her figure.
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 17:54:53 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry, you were just going to bed, weren't you--"
*Being a vampire? Sometimes it sucked. Not in the literal sense.*
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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 17:57:06 GMT -5
He shook his head, more than pleased, actually, that Cal had come to visit him here.
"Fine, I'm fine!" he said too loudly. He laid one hand over the strings of his apron, all too ready to shrug it back on his gangly figure. "Just make yourself at home. Do you want anything in particular?"
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 17:57:55 GMT -5
"Ummm surprise me!"
*He had to hate hearing that. People probably said that all the time.*
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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 18:01:37 GMT -5
He drew on his apron and disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a bright yellow slice of pie on a glass plate.
"Lemon meringue," he explained. "I'm not entirely sure whether you'll like it."
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 18:02:45 GMT -5
*She took a dainty bite and smiled.*
"Oooh. And it's such a pretty color!"
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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 18:05:19 GMT -5
"...not as pretty as you are."
Ned immediately lowered his gaze to his sneakers and hoped to high heavens that that hadn't come off as cheesy as it sounded.
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 18:07:53 GMT -5
*She giggled, bit one lip to stop herself, and looked at her plate. Then she looked up again, smiling.* "If I could blush, I would."
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Post by Ned on Sept 18, 2009 0:57:59 GMT -5
He smiled.
"If I could touch you, I would."
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Post by Rachel on Sept 18, 2009 2:37:06 GMT -5
((*FLAILS SQUEEING*))
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Post by Cal on Sept 20, 2009 21:29:35 GMT -5
"If I could kiss you, I would."
*Which was practically an invitation to find the plastic wrap.*
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