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Les Mots · 12-26-2007, 07:57 PM

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Originally Posted by Dracos_Lady

Cora eyed the strutting fool with intense dislike. She folded her arms defensivly across her chest and her poofy blonde hair faded back into its original style: pink and curly. She could see Keith looking at her dress with a strange mocking in his eyes and she sighed.

"Stupid isn't it?" She asked, laughing. She pointed her wand at herself and the dress turned to a short sleeved shirt and a pretty green skirt which was fitted around the hips, but flowed nicely around the legs.

"Mmm, that's better." Cora said soothingly, closing her eyes. "I don't dance." She murmered. "No one to dance with and...I fall over my feet." She added, blushing.

As the girl's hair suddenly morphed into pink curls, Keith didn't laugh. He was too stunned to laugh for a second. How bold. And bemusing. Keith chuckled quietly and eyed the hair with some level of endearment. "Nice," he commented quietly, not being able to find a better word without insulting. Her attitude also seemed to change with the hair. Keith was ready for a battle when he saw the look she first gave him. But she gave up too soon. Oh, well, this would be easier. God forbid he meet another fiery girl.

"Well, I'm no expert," he shrugged, totally ambivalent to the world of fashion. "On the bright side, you fit in." He only had his opinion. If it looked good to him, it was in. If not, it was out. Cora did look nice in the new outfit and Keith smirked appreciatively.

Then, she went all guru on him. Sighing and swaying. Oh no. Not another one of those. Keith was up to his ears now, though he artfully didn't show it. "Yes...that...that is better," he remarked on her clothing choice to make conversation. Reigning in his confusion with confidence, he smirked again and began questioning her in a saucy tone that those 'independent' girls secretly loved to hear, but pretended to be revulsed by. "I have never seen a girl that doesn't dance..." His blush was like another blow into the stomach. Whatever clever thing Keith had to say now was lost in translation as he focused on the rosy shade of her cheeks. "Well, what if 'hypothetically' I was to ask you to dance...and say that I wasn't much better than you?" he inquired, cocking his head and raking his fingers through his shaggy hair. "Would you be willing to reconsider?" For people that truly knew Keith, it would be sickening to watch him act like a gentleman...especially since he didn't even know how to spell 'gentleman'. But there he was, the beautiful liar.

12-26-2007, 07:57 PM	#274 (permalink)
Les Mots Dumbledore's Gargoyle Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Small-Town, USA Posts: 6,682	Foreign Intrigue Quote: Originally Posted by Dracos_Lady Cora eyed the strutting fool with intense dislike. She folded her arms defensivly across her chest and her poofy blonde hair faded back into its original style: pink and curly. She could see Keith looking at her dress with a strange mocking in his eyes and she sighed. "Stupid isn't it?" She asked, laughing. She pointed her wand at herself and the dress turned to a short sleeved shirt and a pretty green skirt which was fitted around the hips, but flowed nicely around the legs. "Mmm, that's better." Cora said soothingly, closing her eyes. "I don't dance." She murmered. "No one to dance with and...I fall over my feet." She added, blushing. As the girl's hair suddenly morphed into pink curls, Keith didn't laugh. He was too stunned to laugh for a second. How bold. And bemusing. Keith chuckled quietly and eyed the hair with some level of endearment. "Nice," he commented quietly, not being able to find a better word without insulting. Her attitude also seemed to change with the hair. Keith was ready for a battle when he saw the look she first gave him. But she gave up too soon. Oh, well, this would be easier. God forbid he meet another fiery girl. "Well, I'm no expert," he shrugged, totally ambivalent to the world of fashion. "On the bright side, you fit in." He only had his opinion. If it looked good to him, it was in. If not, it was out. Cora did look nice in the new outfit and Keith smirked appreciatively. Then, she went all guru on him. Sighing and swaying. Oh no. Not another one of those. Keith was up to his ears now, though he artfully didn't show it. "Yes...that...that is better," he remarked on her clothing choice to make conversation. Reigning in his confusion with confidence, he smirked again and began questioning her in a saucy tone that those 'independent' girls secretly loved to hear, but pretended to be revulsed by. "I have never seen a girl that doesn't dance..." His blush was like another blow into the stomach. Whatever clever thing Keith had to say now was lost in translation as he focused on the rosy shade of her cheeks. "Well, what if 'hypothetically' I was to ask you to dance...and say that I wasn't much better than you?" he inquired, cocking his head and raking his fingers through his shaggy hair. "Would you be willing to reconsider?" For people that truly knew Keith, it would be sickening to watch him act like a gentleman...especially since he didn't even know how to spell 'gentleman'. But there he was, the beautiful liar. __________________ what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance. everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands. D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye.