05-21-2009, 05:31 AM
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![](/i/ranks/darkforce.gif) ![](/i/ranks/slytherin_group.gif) Resident Movie Critic Sphinx
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Originally Posted by Ameh
Ack. Being on the floor did not equal good. Turning his face away from Cela, he reached for Pie's outstretched hand and clambered to his feet, face far beyond beet red. If he didn't still have calming draught in him from the train, he'd have to pop one right about now because he was freaked with a capital F. And the fact that Cela didn't seem to realize that she was... well... it should've helped the situation, but it didn't feel like it was at all. Crawling back onto the bench, with a horrified look at Kiri. At least he hadn't dragged her off the bench with him.
"Sorry... are you okay Pie?" he asked, still desperately not looking at Celandine. Honestly, she was hyper and awesome, but sometimes... sometimes he feared that being around her would be the end of him. "Everything's fine," he replied to the older guy who'd come over. "It's... it's fine... Just took me by surprise, is all."
Having settled back on the bench, he put his elbows on the table and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck, his fringe swinging back and forth against the edge of the plate in front of his face. Ack. What was that just now? That little explosion in his brain that had made him fall backwards? It wasn't like it was THAT big of a deal, was it?
"Summer? Was... boring," he replied distractedly to Celandine. "Shiro's gone to Japan to live with our uncle... so I had no one around to play around with. How w-was yours?" "I'm okay! I've been knocked over before. It's alright! Consider us even for me running you into the freaky tattooed guys." Pietro helped his friend up then turned over to the older guy. "I'm Pietro! You can call me Pie though. We're fine over here. My friend here just got a little startled that's all. I think it was because of her and her weirdo stockings" Nodding, Pietro gestured to the girl's odd stalkings under her uniform. What odd stockings they were too! All pink and stripey and stuff. Odd.
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