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pundantic · 08-30-2016, 01:52 AM

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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Bentley fold his arms and kept his eyes on hers. He didn't miss that she was blushing horribly which meant that he really wasn't far off with his assumption. "I know you. When you walked in I wasn't doing anything weird so I know what you mean really. You like what you see." That was not a lie no matter how much she protested.

He fixed her with a confused look and shifted his weight from one leg to the next. So she still believed that he was/ had played some stupid cruel trick on her then? Truth was he found her accusations to be very hurtful.

"I'm not trying to be funny Chloe. If I say I think you look nice, you look nice." He didn't get where the joke would come from in a straight up statement like that.

"I wish you would."

"Yes, you were," she protested weakly, "You were going through someone's luggage. It was weird. And I don't, um, it's not like that, okay?" And he needed to stop acting so calm and collected. It was unnerving her. After everything, she didn't trust a single thing he said. Nothing could be taken at face value.

She also didn't like what she saw, okay?! She didn't like that jacket or his hair or his eyes or any of it. Frankly, all of it was...dumb. Mhmm. That was the word she was looking for.

Chloe anxiously pulled on the end of her skirt and shifted awkwardly, "Stop," she mumbled, "Stop saying stuff like that to me. It's weird and confusing and don't. Just don't."

Her eyebrows knit even further in confusion, "Why do you want me to tell you you look nice? What would you gain from that?" Besides more ammunition to tease her with.

08-30-2016, 01:52 AM	#17 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy Bentley fold his arms and kept his eyes on hers. He didn't miss that she was blushing horribly which meant that he really wasn't far off with his assumption. "I know you. When you walked in I wasn't doing anything weird so I know what you mean really. You like what you see." That was not a lie no matter how much she protested. He fixed her with a confused look and shifted his weight from one leg to the next. So she still believed that he was/ had played some stupid cruel trick on her then? Truth was he found her accusations to be very hurtful. "I'm not trying to be funny Chloe. If I say I think you look nice, you look nice." He didn't get where the joke would come from in a straight up statement like that. *"I wish you* would." "Yes, you were," she protested weakly, "You were going through someone's luggage. It was weird. And I don't, um, it's not like that, okay?" And he needed to stop acting so calm and collected. It was unnerving her. After everything, she didn't trust a single thing he said. Nothing could be taken at face value. She also didn't like what she saw, okay?! She didn't like that jacket or his hair or his eyes or any of it. Frankly, all of it was...dumb. Mhmm. That was the word she was looking for. Chloe anxiously pulled on the end of her skirt and shifted awkwardly, "Stop," she mumbled, "Stop saying stuff like that to me. It's weird and confusing and don't. Just don't." Her eyebrows knit even further in confusion, "Why do you want me to tell you you look nice? What would you gain from that?"** Besides more ammunition to tease her with. __________________