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Post by Megan on Mar 17, 2010 19:33:29 GMT -5
Megan lifted an eyebrow at him.
"You're not gonna... need help getting out of that, are you?" she asked weakly.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2010 19:35:40 GMT -5
He turned to her with a confused look, not totally understanding exactly what she said, after a moment though he smiled "No I got it, just" he poked his stomach "a bit too chubby for the old thing."
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Post by Megan on Mar 17, 2010 19:42:31 GMT -5
"You are not-"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2010 19:54:48 GMT -5
"Stop, before you even finish that sentence" he smiled "that is why we're putting in a gym."
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Post by Megan on Mar 19, 2010 12:55:59 GMT -5
"And when you say we," she continued, "are you implying- Dan! If I lose any weight it's gonna be from walking."
She crossed her arms.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 19, 2010 13:28:52 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes "Megan please, what I was saying is I'm going to need your help in painting and fixing up the room for the exercise equipment. Whether you use it or not is up to you, but as I seem to be going out more and more these days, I think it may be time to get rid of the flab."
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Post by Megan on Mar 19, 2010 16:18:44 GMT -5
"Oh. Okay."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 19, 2010 17:20:45 GMT -5
"Also, I wish you wouldn't walk in this city" he sighed, pushing his glasses on "it's far too dangerous, especially at night."
He disappeared down the stairs in to the basement to change and yelled up "Anyway, tonight was pretty awesome."
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Post by Megan on Mar 19, 2010 17:24:04 GMT -5
"Gotta get from point A to point B somehow, Dan," she called back.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 19, 2010 18:35:31 GMT -5
"Take a cab or something!" He came back up wearing a dark purple vest, atop of black long sleeve shirt and a pair of black jeans.
No shoes "Look, it's just dangerous out there, after what I saw tonight, it's only going to get worse."
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Post by Megan on Mar 19, 2010 18:54:37 GMT -5
"I don't go out at night anyway, except with you."
As he ascended the staircase, Megan's rather petulant expression turned a bit dry.
"Been raiding Adrian's stuff?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 19, 2010 18:58:44 GMT -5
"Er" he looked down "it was a gift."
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Post by Megan on Mar 22, 2010 15:30:32 GMT -5
"From Adrian?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 22, 2010 16:53:53 GMT -5
"Never say he didn't give me anything" he chuckled "it was for my birthday, a couple years back. I didn't know that he even knew I had a birthday, but one purple vest later-" he shrugged and went in to the kitchen. "At least it isn't a sweater vest, god knows how many I have of those, you hungry?"
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Post by Megan on Mar 23, 2010 1:22:55 GMT -5
"Persistent, isn't he? Good grief."
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