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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 21:12:29 GMT -8
He chuckled again, sighing good-naturedly as he followed her. "Always the flirtatious little vixen," he said teasingly, taking off his head with an elegant sweep.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 21:17:18 GMT -8
"You know me, Gregory~" she said in a sing song voice as she turned a corner, slipping into one of the rooms that the originally abandoned building had. It was rather quaint. Especially after she had furnished it. An extra large king size bed was in the far corner, a dresser beside it. Was all the room could fit really. Marisol would get a bit hot under the collar at the thought of the sleeping arrangements.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 21:26:09 GMT -8
"I certainly do." He glanced around comfortably, quirking an eyebrow. "You've been busy, I see..."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 21:28:32 GMT -8
She would lean against the wall, closing her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. "Well I had to do something..." she would murmur.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 22:06:36 GMT -8
He grimaced visibly. "...Right. Sorry." He coughed uncomfortably. "So where are the clothes? As I recall, there's a festival going on in the nearest town."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 22:14:28 GMT -8
She brushed past him, and dug into the dresser, pulling out a pair of black slacks, and a white button up shirt, then tossed them at him. "There. I also have a nice pair of leather shoes for you," she said, placing the shoes atop of the dresser, then took a bunch of clothes in her arms. "I'm going to go get changed," she commented, then left the room, and went to the bathroom to change.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 19, 2009 22:20:08 GMT -8
Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, he changed quickly, leaving the shirt unbuttoned near the top. Smoothing back his hair, he adjusted his glasses and took the shoes - more like boots - from the dresser, stepping into them quickly and leaning down to tie them up.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 19, 2009 22:27:19 GMT -8
Marisol would step back into the room, now wearing a black button-up, low cut 'V'-neck lined blouse with sheer, lacy sleeves, a black pleaded mini skirt, black lace gloves, and her almost trademarked thigh high black boots. "How do I look?" she'd ask flirtatiously, striking a pose, fluttering her eyelashes.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 8:12:37 GMT -8
He straightened and turned, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Femme Fatale," he said with a chuckle. "I feel rather plain by comparison."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 15:09:15 GMT -8
She would give a slight smirk. "Hey, I don't know what kinda clothing you'd like," she giggled, running her fingers through her long hair. "And we can always buy some more clothes," she commented, closing her eyes and giving a nod.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 15:16:09 GMT -8
"Most definitely." He shrugged, lifting his chin coolly. "Either way, we should get going."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 15:22:05 GMT -8
"I agree," Marisol would say, slipping out the door. "It shouldn't take long to get there, either," she said, flipping her way as she made her way out of the building.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 15:27:59 GMT -8
"I certainly hope not," he said with a slight frown, following her. "Getting here was already a complete bother."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 15:33:25 GMT -8
She would chuckle as she strode through the doors, holding them open for him. "It'll definitely be different this time. Seeing as you're with me, not some useless grunts"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 15:35:36 GMT -8
"Thank God," he said with a small groan, stepping through and waiting for her. "If I have to deal with anymore fools like them, I'm resigning."
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