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TeafortheSoul · 08-11-2013, 02:06 PM

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Originally Posted by Hera

Heh. He was being smart, it didn't even wane his good looks, which she so shamelessly admired with a straight face of her own. Emily was oh so curious.

Downing the rest of her cup, Emily placed the empty styrofoam on the plate with the left over greens. Casually observing Rusty observe her, Emily waited to hear his thoughts, and they didn't come as a surprise. Go figure.
"You make me sound like a control freak," she chuckled. Which she was, to a small extent. No denying it.

"Not the words I'd choose." He remarked, putting his cup aside and sitting back comfortably in his chair.

Somehow Emily seemed like the sort that felt she had both everything and nothing to prove, all at once. It was as if she wanted to be above reproach and be the best, but also had a healthy dislike for the idea of anyone trying to paint her into a corner or lambast her with their expectations of who and what she should be. She didn't come across like the sort of person who accepted other people inflicting limitations on her, and that was admirable, but Rusty reckoned she was likely her own worst enemy, which was interesting enough to be sure.

She was tough, but Rusty hadn't worked out how much of it was legitimate and how much of it was an act. Likely he'd never find out for sure, but it was a good way to pass the time to wonder just a bit. She was good company after all.

So far anyway.

08-11-2013, 02:06 PM	#252 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by Hera Heh. He was being smart, it didn't even wane his good looks, which she so shamelessly admired with a straight face of her own. Emily was oh so curious. Downing the rest of her cup, Emily placed the empty styrofoam on the plate with the left over greens. Casually observing Rusty observe her, Emily waited to hear his thoughts, and they didn't come as a surprise. Go figure. "You make me sound like a control freak," she chuckled. Which she was, to a small extent. No denying it. "Not the words I'd choose." He remarked, putting his cup aside and sitting back comfortably in his chair. Somehow Emily seemed like the sort that felt she had both everything and nothing to prove, all at once. It was as if she wanted to be above reproach and be the best, but also had a healthy dislike for the idea of anyone trying to paint her into a corner or lambast her with their expectations of who and what she should be. She didn't come across like the sort of person who accepted other people inflicting limitations on her, and that was admirable, but Rusty reckoned she was likely her own worst enemy, which was interesting enough to be sure. She was tough, but Rusty hadn't worked out how much of it was legitimate and how much of it was an act. Likely he'd never find out for sure, but it was a good way to pass the time to wonder just a bit. She was good company after all. So far anyway. __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you