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Post by peem on Jan 27, 2007 22:26:00 GMT -5
Peem smiled. "Well I'm glad you've found that in yourself." He stretched a bit. "...and I'm sure you'll find some friends as well...lookie here. You just found one in this laddie."
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Post by drama on Jan 27, 2007 22:34:03 GMT -5
"And I won't forget him...my first friend in New York," Drama said with another smile. Peem was a charmer, that was for sure, but there was also a very real quality to him, something Drama hadn't had much in her life. Authenticity. "And you must consider me a friend as well. You need anything I can help with, you let me know."
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Post by peem on Jan 27, 2007 23:21:48 GMT -5
Peem smiled and nodded. "Well thank you...I appreciate it." He pulled out some money, paying and put up a hand motioning he didn't want her to try and pay her own way. "And you don't have to accept it right away, but you are always welcome at my home for dinner or a simple cup of tea."
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Post by drama on Jan 27, 2007 23:24:22 GMT -5
Drama opened her mouth to protest, but decided aganist. Just this once, it was nice to be treated like a lady. "Thank you Peem, perhaps someday I'll take you up on that offer."
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Post by peem on Jan 27, 2007 23:31:42 GMT -5
Peem smiled and stood up, offering to help her up with his hand. "...I hope you do. My mother makes wonderful scones."
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Post by drama on Jan 27, 2007 23:36:49 GMT -5
"All the more reason to make it a point to stop by," Drama said, accepting his hand up. Handing him back his coat she said, "I think I'll be okay from here to Caprice Hall, I don't want to send you home to your mother with no coat."
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Post by peem on Jan 28, 2007 12:52:05 GMT -5
Peem laughed and put his coat back on. "..All right, but if you get sick, I'll never forgive myself."
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Post by drama on Jan 28, 2007 16:02:44 GMT -5
"Then I shall be extra careful not too," Drama promised him. Smiling she moved towards the door. "Thank you for a wonderful introduction to New York, Peem...I hope to see you again soon."
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Post by flanna on Jan 30, 2007 12:35:19 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Flanna walked into Molovio's, sitting down at the side table, quickly ordering two mugs of coffee, and as an after thought, an order of balklava. She loved it here. "Figured we could share."
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Post by frost on Jan 30, 2007 12:38:50 GMT -5
He nodded. .''i can handle that'he siad,.. "Ive never had it before."he said, "So... its a good thing I may not even like it."
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Post by flanna on Jan 30, 2007 12:42:03 GMT -5
Flanna chuckled. "Right right..that's my plan, Frost...more for me." She winked and stripped out of her coat, gloves, and scarf. "Much better." She streched, happy to be free of all the outer layers.
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Post by frost on Jan 30, 2007 12:45:15 GMT -5
He laughed slighty and shrugged pulling his jacket off as well. "Its really warm in here'He comment, must be from the ovens. He turned back to her. "Do you have your own place then?'ehasked, shed said she wasnt at queens loding house no more she he figured she was either at brooklyns or had her own place.
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Post by flanna on Jan 30, 2007 12:48:16 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "Sort of. I live in my fiance's apartment." She shrugged. It still felt weird to say it, since they hardly ever saw eachother anymore. "...not getting married any time soon though. What about you?" She paused as the food and coffee came. She handed him a fork. "...I'll eat my hat if you don't think this is wonderful."
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Post by frost on Jan 30, 2007 12:51:23 GMT -5
He nodded "ah."he said, 'a fiance...I knew there was a catch to why a beautiful woman would actually keep talking to me."he smirked and took the offered fork. "Alright...ill hold you to it.'He said as he took a bite... he rolled it around on his tongue and made a face. "This.. is...."he frowned...."not..."he swallowed "bad at all"He smirked. "yoru right... its good infact."
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Post by flanna on Jan 30, 2007 12:53:35 GMT -5
Flanna blushed softly. "...I'm not that pretty." She still had inherant problems with finding herself beautiful when she wasn't dressed like a tramp. Given that it was the only way she got compliments for years. She shrugged. "We're...having problems." She had no idea why she told him that. But she hadn't been able to talk to anyone about it really. Not even Razor, since he was never home.
She shook her head and grinned. "...told you. I'm hardly ever wrong." She laughed and sipped on her coffeee, taking a few bites herself.
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