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Post by Micaela on Oct 28, 2007 20:13:24 GMT -5
*Micaela snorted.*
"Well duh. Otherwise I'd be just a little kid, unexposed the the world and all its experiences." *She said, giving a smirk of her own.*
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Post by Teddy on Oct 28, 2007 20:31:35 GMT -5
"Well what about Peter Pan? He's a kid forever, and he's seen everything!"
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Post by Micaela on Oct 28, 2007 20:35:17 GMT -5
*She snorted.*
"Definitely not everything. But quite a lot."
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Post by Teddy on Oct 28, 2007 20:52:31 GMT -5
"Well, obviously not everything. You'd have to be pretty old to see everything."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 17:41:45 GMT -5
*Maxim arrived at the apartment in his car that technically should exist yet and knocked briskly on the door.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 17:43:27 GMT -5
*Micaela was playing piano when she heard a knock.*
"Come in!" *She called over her playing, continuing it. Whoever it was could deal.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 17:47:15 GMT -5
*Maxim opened the door, and entered, looking around the small apartment with a smile.*
"What's that you're playing, Micaela?"
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 17:48:51 GMT -5
*She smiled, halting her playing to stand and curtsey.*
"Just something for my next commission." *She said, suddenly embarassed at the state of the apartment, with music spread all over the place, on every surface. The only other things were old cups of tea.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 17:54:42 GMT -5
*He smiled.*
"I like it. I can see it's grown more important than other necessities," *he said, indicating the messy state of the apartment.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 17:55:41 GMT -5
*She blushed profusely.*
"Well, I mean, I would have cleaned, except I had no idea you'd be coming over. Well, I mean, I did, but then I forgot because I was playing, and..."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 18:31:16 GMT -5
*He laughed.*
"It's quite all right. We won't be staying here long."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 18:33:03 GMT -5
*She smiled.*
"Good, because I would hate for you to discover the stacks of old newspapers and bowls of abandoned food in the back." *She joked.* "So where are we going?"
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 18:40:13 GMT -5
"Ah, in that case, we should go as soon as possible."
*He offered his arm with an inviting smile.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 4, 2007 18:41:58 GMT -5
"I would be delighted, Mr. de Winter." *She said, smiling and taking his arm.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 4, 2007 18:50:16 GMT -5
*He led her out of the apartment to the car. Opening the passenger side door for her, he said,* "Please don't call me Mr. de Winter. I have a very impressive array of fiirst names. George Fortescue Maximilian. But you needn't bother with them all at once. My family call me Maxim."
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