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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 0:29:06 GMT -5
Blushing like a school girl, Razor had his back to her. He didn't seen anything, he didn't see anything, he didn't see anything! He coughed, looking off at the opposite wall, his face still a little red when he turned to look at her. Nothing he could do, eh?
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 0:33:49 GMT -5
Flanna hadn't even noticed him become flustered....within moments of closing her eyes, her exhausted body fell asleep, her face becoming serene, her breathing slow and even. A few locks of her hair had fallen in her face, moving slightly with her breathing.
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 0:36:35 GMT -5
His eyes softened and he shook his head as he slid out of the chair, walking over to her gently. He smiled and pulled her into his arms. Stubborn. A trait he admired, mostly because he had it himself.
Walking into his room he laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers up, tucking her in before walking back to the living room and laying down, pulling a small blanket up over his shoulders. He closed his eyes, sending a small prayer to heaven like he did every night- for his brother and his own health- and added an extra one for Flanna as he fell asleep.
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 9:29:27 GMT -5
Flanna woke up early, yawning. At first unsure of where she is, she sat up and looked around, realizing she wasn't on the couch she fell asleep on. "Oh Larkin.." She said under her breath and rolled her eyes. He won after all..but by cheating by waiting til she fell asleep. Well, she could make it up to him.
Tiptoe-ing into the living room, Flanna smiled softly at the sleeping boy. He looked harmless when he slept, belying the well trained figher that was within. Slipping into the kitchen she rummaged through their ice box, pulling out some eggs and various other ingredients. She got out flour, a couple potatoes and some sausage. Within a few moments, she was making scrambled eggs and sausage, and had just put the boxtys in the oven. A pretty traditional irish breakfast, something she hadn't had a chance to make in a while.
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 9:32:04 GMT -5
Razor moved to the side, blinking his eyes open. Frowning, he remembered Flanna was here and that he had taken the couch, and then he heard the sounds of cooking and the smells wafting in from the kitchen and his mouth watered.
Getting up, he wandered in, leaning on the doorframe. "This is a change, i must say. I dont think there has ever been a girl cooking in here before."
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 9:41:27 GMT -5
Flanna looked over at her shoulder at him and smirked. "Well, there's a first time for everything, and perhaps you need it more often. This place could use a lass' touch." She checked on the boxtys, and satisfied, pulled them out of the oven.
"I may have taken to looking like a boy on the outside, but I've always been a wee irish lass deep down." She laughed softly and made him a plate, putting it on the table, and then made herself a plate.
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 9:45:35 GMT -5
He laughed, shaking his head, "For some reason i found that hard to believe, Flanna. You're not the typical girl, even if you dress like a boy, there is still that girlish flare to everything you do. Not to mention not many girls i know can sit, drink with me, and compare their blades with mine."
Taking the plate, he smiled a little, "Although i wonder argue about needing a lass' touch here. Maybe you can be the one to put it there." He shrugged, pulling a chair out for her at the table before he sat down himself.
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 10:00:55 GMT -5
Flanna smirked at his words about her. "Wait til you see me handle a gun..that's my personal choice..and unlike with knives..I bet I could outshoot you, even if I was drunk off my wee little arse." She laughed at herself, and let her face fall into a soft smile, studying him for a moment. "You aren't typical either. A mess of contraditions, melding into a very wonderful person."
Nodding in thanks, she sat down and paused for a moment. "Well, if you could put up with my drinking and mouth, I wouldn't mind that at all. Give you some good cooking, cleaning.." She took a bite. "You're brother too." Despite apperances, Flanna did enjoy fufilling typical female roles at time.
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 10:06:02 GMT -5
Razor nodded, "Im pretty sure you could. I haven't had much practice with guns, that's more my brother's style." He blinked at her description of him, smiling. "Wonderful, me? Maybe i should doubt not your fighting skills, but your mind."
He snorted, "Put up with your drinking and your mouth? I think i can handle it." He took a look around the house. It wasn't that messy, but compared to a girls standards, it could probably use some good cleaning. He tried to keep up on it, straightening up every once and a while, they were barely there to make a mess after all.
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 10:23:35 GMT -5
Flanna smirked mysteriously and gestured with her fork a bit to her head. "I never claimed I was the most sane girl in the world...but perhaps I should question your sanity by not seeing the obvious in yourself." She took a sip of water and shrugged.
Flanna never meant imply Razor and Blade's apartment was dirty. She was actually impressed with its cleanliness..very good for boys. She smirked. "Oh you can put up with it, can you?" She laughed. "Glad you can...though I dont know how much use I will be. Your place is clean enough...and I promise not to cover every surface with flowers. Not my style." She snorted softly.
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 10:26:55 GMT -5
Razor's eyebrow rose as he ate, "Oh? And if i told you you were the most beautiful and wonderfully talented girl i had ever met, and probably would ever meet, what answer would you give me?"
He nearly choked on his water, "If you covered everything with flowers i would probably have a heart attack and Blade would die." He smirked a little, "Although it would be interesting, to say the least."
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 10:46:36 GMT -5
Flanna's face flushed immediately when he said that, her cheeks taking on a rosey hue. No one had ever said anything close to that about her, to her. "One of us must be crazy cause I dont see that.." She paused and reversed her attitude, keepign her eyes on her plate."...thank you. That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
She laughed softly as she watched Razor's reaction. "As amusing as that would be, I'd rather not try and dispose of your bodies after you died of shock..much too big for wee little me." She bit her lip, her emerald eyes twinkling.
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 10:52:04 GMT -5
"There are no thanks needed because its true...." He wasn't one to give out compliments at the drop of a hat, but he was speaking the truth. She really was everything he said about her, and more. Words couldn't express it...and if they could, he didn't know the right ones. "But you're welcome anyway."
He smiled, "Ah, that would be a problem wouldn't it?" He gestured with his fork, teasing. "And you wouldn't want Spot on your back- i dont suppose he would take too well to us being killed. and especially by a girl with flowers."
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2006 11:09:09 GMT -5
Flanna smiled softly, still watching her plate. "Well...I know I told you Demon was a magnificent creature...but I meant you as well...inside and out. There will never be another like you." It was the best she could do as flustered as she was by Razor's words.
Flanna smirked and raised her hands. "I've had one run in with Spot. I don't intend on having another with him." She smirked. "Besides...I wouldn't want you dead...then I wouldn't be able to keep you company."
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Post by razor on Jun 14, 2006 11:14:58 GMT -5
He paused, having not expected to get the same treatment back. "Thank you." He murmurred, "It means a lot to me, that at least there are a few people who dont think im a murdering fiend." He looked down at the table as he ate, suddenly unable to look at her.
He grinned, "He's a good leadah, just young." He twirled the fork in his hand. "And i would hope you would keep me alive, i like your company and would sorely miss it."
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