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Star-Lord · 07-11-2011, 08:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Forcing back a blush, Aimée twiddled with her hair a bit more. "Kinda. I mean, I don't know zat many people, and I am good at remembering ze ones I do," she said with another little shrug, although she smiled now. Tilting her head to the side, she studied him carefully. "I don't like zem zat much eizer." Although she couldn't understand why he'd be firghtened, and she voiced that. "But why do zey scare you? Zey are helping you, no?" Where her mum was concerned, however, she could understand.

"I do suppose company is better zan a book, right?" she said with a slight smile and a shake of her head. "You can't talk to a book." LOGIC. Way to state the obvious.

"Right," Stephen teased. Well, he wasn't the only raven haired boy here but he would just go with her answer. For now. Oh, back to the doctor conversation. "One time, when I was about seven, my mom took me to the doctor because I somehow caught the flu. My brother was there too and he began telling me all the things they were gonna do to me. That scared me a bit but what made it worse was when they checked a throat, reflexes and ears. I dunno, I just started freaking out and screaming. Since then, I try to stay healthy to not end up going back there," Stephen confessed. Okay, so maybe that want such a big deal, but he still didn't like them ten years later. But oh well.

"Yes, company is much better than a book, sometimes. With company you gossip, which I've been uaed to for a while now since my best friend is a girl who loves being in the know," Stephen laughed, remembering those endless hours of gossip in his room.

07-11-2011, 08:58 PM	#116 (permalink)
Star-Lord DMGS & DMT Mooncalf Join Date: May 2009 Location: Gotham [GMT -5] Posts: 6,977 x2	★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Forcing back a blush, Aimée twiddled with her hair a bit more. "Kinda. I mean, I don't know zat many people, and I am good at remembering ze ones I do," she said with another little shrug, although she smiled now. Tilting her head to the side, she studied him carefully. "I don't like zem zat much eizer." Although she couldn't understand why he'd be firghtened, and she voiced that. *"But why do zey scare* you? Zey are helping you, no?" Where her mum was concerned, however, she could understand. "I do suppose company is better zan a book, right?" she said with a slight smile and a shake of her head. "You can't talk to a book."** LOGIC. Way to state the obvious. "Right," Stephen teased. Well, he wasn't the only raven haired boy here but he would just go with her answer. For now. Oh, back to the doctor conversation. "One time, when I was about seven, my mom took me to the doctor because I somehow caught the flu. My brother was there too and he began telling me all the things they were gonna do to me. That scared me a bit but what made it worse was when they checked a throat, reflexes and ears. I dunno, I just started freaking out and screaming. Since then, I try to stay healthy to not end up going back there," Stephen confessed. Okay, so maybe that want such a big deal, but he still didn't like them ten years later. But oh well. "Yes, company is much better than a book, sometimes. With company you gossip, which I've been uaed to for a while now since my best friend is a girl who loves being in the know," Stephen laughed, remembering those endless hours of gossip in his room. __________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break; Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface;