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Post by Joe on Mar 26, 2009 14:41:44 GMT -5
Joe looked up from the ice box hearing his friends empty, listless question. He looked her over and his eyes narrowed briefly. Pushing himself up onto the counter he cracked open his beer and waved away the smoke. "Talk to me." he said as he took a swig.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 26, 2009 18:42:48 GMT -5
She continued throwing the ball and shrugged absently, shifting her gaze again toward the window. "I aint got nothin' ta say Joe." She wasn't one for feelings, but the idea of sharing them made her physically ill. "Just thinkin'."
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Post by Joe on Mar 26, 2009 19:08:54 GMT -5
"Just thinkin can be hard on da brain." Joe said as he enjoyed the taste of the beer and lit up his own cigarette. He knew that when she was this way the best thing to do is let her have her head and give her space.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 26, 2009 21:47:54 GMT -5
She huffed a small laugh and caught the ball, absently rolling it through her hands as she glanced over at him and appeared at last to be mentally present. "Ya right abou' that Joe." As she began tossing the ball once more she leaned her head back against the cupboard with a sigh. "How ya been?" This time, she was sincere.
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Post by Joe on Mar 26, 2009 22:18:44 GMT -5
Joe waited for a minute taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing it above him, letting her come fully back to the present. He ignored the question. "Is it Spot or somethin new Palmah?" he asked. It would be the last time he tried but Palmer was one of the only lasses he would put a prying question too. One of the only he cared enough about to find out what was bugging them.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 29, 2009 23:17:22 GMT -5
Smalls shifted her aim ever so slightly, and when the ball bounced back this time it hit Joe in the face. If she were being honest she would have to admit he wasn't completely wrong, but she wasn't honest and never admitted to anything. "I asked how ya been Joe."
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Post by Joe on Mar 29, 2009 23:33:16 GMT -5
Joe rubbed his forehead where the ball had hit him and smirked. He grabbed the ball and bounced it back to Palmer, spinning it a bit so it hit her on the shoulder. "Answerin by not answerin gives me more of an answer love."
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Post by Smalls on Mar 31, 2009 15:49:43 GMT -5
She let the ball hit her and fall to the ground, clearly ending the game. "Yeah? Well stickin' your nose in my business gives me more reason ta kick your ass Joe." She pushed herself down off the counter and out the door, not interested in being made to look like a love-sick-whiny-ass bitch. However; as much as it physically pained her to admit it, that's exactly what she'd become, and she hated herself for it.
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Post by Joe on Mar 31, 2009 16:05:50 GMT -5
"So kick it." Joe shrugged his shoulder and winked at her, taking a drag of his cigarette. "I think i could take it." He smirked. He was done prying and hell he hadnt seen Palmer in weeks. Not that he would admit it but he'd been keeping his eye on her, shit cuz he missed the hell out of her. "Hell, you hit like a girl anyways Palmah." Joe joked.
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