06-09-2014, 12:17 AM
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Formerly: itsgisselx3 Ashwinder
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amari Rey Fifth Year | Bashful Bowtruckle ♥ ♥ Lassie's Sweet Pea Quote:
Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black He scrunched his nose after she poked his tummy, squirming a bit. HA.HAHAHA. Candy isn't a meal?? The boy has been trying to the explain that to her since he met her! "Like you should be talking!"
Declan reached for a menu, even though he already knew what he wanted, and looked around. "I think I have to order with the bartender, don't I?" He asked, looking back at her. He honestly thought she was more interested in making him say it instead of being here and eating, "Umm...she's pretty, of course, black-brown hair, loves candy, hates tea, tolerates coffee, doesn't sleep when she's suppose to, avoids classes, likes to make people late by cuddling them, and is rather cheeky." Nod, nod, nod. Hmmmm? So his tummy was his ticklish spot? She had been meaning to find out where he was most ticklish, you know, in case she ever had to tickle him to get something out of him. Now she had a general idea, perfect! "Heeey! I eat real food! You've just never been around me when I did." No one would be able to survive on just candy, duh! "Like now, I'm getting mac & cheese and a salad." Seeeee??? She ate food! And when she did, she didn't normally eat super greasy bad food either. "Ooooh yeah, bartender. We can both go up and order?" Or was he doing it? Or...was it just going to be him going up to order for both of them? She just had no idea...
Charlotte considered taking her hand back now, realizing that people had hands to use them for things, not to just hold on to another person but she couldn't actually make herself do it so instead she squeezed his hand a bit, just as a sort of reminder for him that they were still holding hands, and let him decide whether or not he wanted to let go. She's pretty, of course.
[A small smirk appeared on her lips and she nodded as she listened to his description of a person who might have been her. "Any smart person would rather cuddle than leave to go somewhere." She just had one more question for him and then, she supposed, she could give in and say it. "So, last one, I promise...what color are her eyes?" As she asked the question, she looked away and down at the menu. She knew he already knew the color of her eyes but she also knew she'd end up all blushy if she looked at him looking at her so she just...didn't. |
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