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Ama · 06-26-2009, 03:44 AM

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Plymouth eyed Daphne through his long (and much needing-to-be-cut) bangs. She assumed they were going outside? Was that the mittens? Orrr... in case he touched she wouldn't get dirty?

With Daphne, who knew?

He nodded at her a few times, sunk his hands down deep into his pockets, and bounced a few awkward times. Plymouth didn't want to ask what he had to ask of Daphne, but... he would, for Cela.

"I'm kind of sweaty from walking this hall and waiting on you. You can have my cloak if you get cold. We can go where ever you were headed. I just want to walk. With you." And ask a favor.

"Err...I was going outside. The smell of..." Daphne wrinkled her nose and gave herself some distance between herself and Plymouth. There was no need to get Morgan's sweat on her or even smell it. Pursing her lips, she imitated the young man by slipping her own hands in the pockets of her robes. "Anyways, yes--outside."

Rather stiffly, she walked and racked her brain for a subject that was worth discussing. Recent creepy floods of the school? Homework? Planets alignment?

"Err...."

Ducks!

"I have a duck."

06-26-2009, 03:44 AM	#68 (permalink)
Ama MLE Werewolf Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 65,730 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tahir Kovac Khatri First Year	Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now Quote: Plymouth eyed Daphne through his long (and much needing-to-be-cut) bangs. She assumed they were going outside? Was that the mittens? Orrr... in case he touched she wouldn't get dirty? With Daphne, who knew? He nodded at her a few times, sunk his hands down deep into his pockets, and bounced a few awkward times. Plymouth didn't want to ask what he had to ask of Daphne, but... he would, for Cela. "I'm kind of sweaty from walking this hall and waiting on you. You can have my cloak if you get cold. We can go where ever you were headed. I just want to walk. With you." And ask a favor. "Err...I was going outside. The smell of..." Daphne wrinkled her nose and gave herself some distance between herself and Plymouth. There was no need to get Morgan's sweat on her or even smell it. Pursing her lips, she imitated the young man by slipping her own hands in the pockets of her robes. "Anyways, yes--outside." Rather stiffly, she walked and racked her brain for a subject that was worth discussing. Recent creepy floods of the school? Homework? Planets alignment? "Err...." Ducks! "I have a duck."