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Post by fancy on Aug 22, 2006 20:24:55 GMT -5
She looked at him, her eyes sad. She gently placed a hand on his cheek. "Hey, I'm sure he doesn't think any less of you honey... He knows you didn't mean for this to happen..." she cooed, trying to sooth him. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what Spot thought, or what Red was thinking, but she would try. She pulled him over to sit down in a chair. "It was easy to tell he was worried about you, and that never happens... does it?" she said, her expression soft and understanding. She held one of his hands tightly.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 23, 2006 4:32:58 GMT -5
"In front of others?" Red shook his head gently. Spot was the kind to hide his feelings while in public, and even in private to a good degree. It made him sad at the thought, but then again, he knew it was going to be that way. Hearing Spot was worried...It humbled him. Squeezing her hand, he sighed. "Thanks."
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Post by fancy on Aug 23, 2006 12:13:12 GMT -5
She gently kissed his fingers. "Listen, You and Spot are close... more than close. Its natural for him to be worried about you...Yes, even in front of others..." she smiled softly, giving him a reassuring glance. "Believe me when i say, no one cares more about you than Spot..." she smiled. "Except me..." she giggled slightly. "Anyways..." moving her gaze to the window, she tried to get off the sensative topic.
((FYI Bear, Blade and I have decided to drop the history between Spot and Fance, so from now on theres no hard feelin's a'ight? well maybe if he gets on her nerves, but you get it... *winks*))
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 25, 2006 15:27:58 GMT -5
Red paused, before reaching out gently, turning her head back around as he kissed her gently. "...Thank you." Brushing a strand of hair from her face, he smiled. "I love you." He didn' t know what he would do without her, even if he could LIVE without her. He curled an arm around her waist protectively. His family.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 31, 2006 22:12:30 GMT -5
<< new day >>
Smalls knocked at the door with a grim expression on her face. She hoped he was home.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 1, 2006 4:23:26 GMT -5
Yawning, Red slid off the couch, where he had been trying to catch a nap. Sadly, it wasn't coming, and he had nothing better to do now then answer the door. "Whaddya want?" He asked before he realized who it was, and started. 'Oh. Hey, Smalls. What can i do foah ya?" He opened the door and stepped back a bit, a frown on his face.
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Post by Smalls on Sept 1, 2006 10:30:49 GMT -5
Smalls looked down at her feet, not liking what she was about to say. "Ya fiance was in Central Park wit Avalanche," she wanted to stop there, but, an order was an order. "They were real close, an' he was all nervous like." She stopped there, sticking her hands in her pockets, but had to add, "Spot told me ta tell ya." She knew Red would understand her meaning.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 1, 2006 13:27:20 GMT -5
Red stilled, frozen. His hand slipped from the door and he just stood there, dumbly. Licking his lips, his voice was slightly hoarse. "What?" Clearing his throat, he shook his head. "Naw, Smalls, this isn't funny." He took a half step backwards, shaking his head again. "Dat's not even funny."
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Post by Smalls on Sept 1, 2006 14:34:28 GMT -5
She kept her gaze even and her face void of emotion. "I'm sorry," she said in a quieter voice, slowly taking a few steps back before turning to leave. She did what Spot asked of her, she did her job, and now she couldn't take anymore.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 1, 2006 14:51:05 GMT -5
Red sank into a chair, still shaking his head. "....You're not joking, are you?" He whispered, voice shaking. "It happened....again? Again...When we're engaged and expecting a baby?" His voice faded out and he sighed, covering his face with his hand. "...This isn't funny." he whispered again. "No."
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 1, 2006 14:55:27 GMT -5
Spot saw Smalls, and decided maybe he should go relieve Smalls of her burden. She would be feeling horrible right now--he knew how Smalls worked.
Stepping up to the doorway, he tapped on the frame with his cane. "Hey Red."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 1, 2006 14:57:25 GMT -5
"I dont want to hear it!" He half shouted, head coming up and emerald eyes flaring. "I know you hate her, but Spot, please...." He trailed off and groaned, covering his face again. "I cant take dis."
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 1, 2006 15:02:41 GMT -5
Spot glared a bit, but stayed silent, stepping into the apartment. He took off his hat and put his cane and the hat on a nearby table.
Hooking his fingers in his suspenders he regarded Red. "...What. Is' didn't cause the problem. I's not the one who caused her to do it again." He snorted.
"So ya can't take it. Whatcha gonna do about it, den?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 1, 2006 15:04:37 GMT -5
Red just shook his head, "I know its not your fault. But, what? Are you sayin it's mine? Dat somehow, I haven't been good to her? Goddamn it, kid! Im the best thing she's ever going to get!" He fell silent and ran a hand through his hair. "But i cant do it. I...I cant." He bit his lip, because he was going to have to go through with what he had promised the first time. He never went back on his word.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 1, 2006 15:20:38 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "I wasn't blamin' ya none, either. It's her nature. Nutin you did." He felt bad for Red. He deserved better than well...the many names he used as a substitute for Fancy.
"...you can't do what, Red?" He sat down next to the kid, patting him on the back. Spot was awkward in his shows of affection, but at least he tried.
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