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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 19:45:42 GMT -8
Chuckling, he patted her arm and led her forward, keeping his glasses off as they blended in with the crowd. A few children and their Pokemon scurried past them, and Greg stopped Marisol several times as not to step on any.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 19:57:48 GMT -8
Marisol would lean into him slightly, before whispering in his ear. "See anyone worth informing..?"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 20:07:16 GMT -8
He glanced around coolly, smiling charmingly at a few men and women that glanced at him. "None yet...they all see too...happy." He shivered at the word, leading her on.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 20:08:16 GMT -8
"Well, this is a festival, Greg..." she would comment, closing her eyes as she moved closer to him.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 20:09:48 GMT -8
"Yes, but where are the pranksters and general badasses?" He said with a light shrug, peering around calmly. He kept his arm linked with hers, though both hands slipped into his pockets.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 20:12:11 GMT -8
She would ponder, but pat his arm softly. "How about over there?" she asked, pointing towards a group of people seemingly further away from the group, looking a bit bitter. "We could go near them and just start talking about it?"
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 20:13:56 GMT -8
He looked them up and down curious, frowning slightly. "Alright...but I'm keep my hand on Charna's ball."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 20:18:49 GMT -8
She would nod, before pulling him through the crowd, closer to the group.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 20:22:07 GMT -8
He watched the group cautiously, drawing Marisol closer, subconsciously holding onto her arm protectively as they drew closer.
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 20:29:16 GMT -8
A small grin would quirk at the corner of her lips as he led him a bit further, before she stopped and leaned close to him, her hands moving to rest on his lower chest.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 20:36:49 GMT -8
His hands found her shoulders, holding her gently, smiling gently at her. They probably looked like a couple right now - a perfect situation considering they were a man and woman at such a joyous festival. "Have you heard? Team Rocket is on the prowl..."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 21:01:22 GMT -8
She would smile lightly, before she slipped into her role. Giving a surprised gasp. "Oh! On the prowl? What do you mean?" she would frown, looking like a defenseless doe.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 21:35:02 GMT -8
"Looking for new grunts, as it seems," he said with a shrug, hands holding her waist now. "Apparently, their defenses are slowly being broken down..."
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Post by Mystiqe on Oct 20, 2009 21:41:17 GMT -8
Her hands would travel up his chest, eventually clasping behind his neck. Ahhh, the perks of being under cover. She inwardly smiled. "Oh my... that is rather... unnerving.. thinking that just anyone can walk in from the streets and sigh up..." she frowned.
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Post by Miss-Haha on Oct 20, 2009 21:56:36 GMT -8
"Indeed." He sneaked a glance at the group, smirking at the interest flickering in their eyes. "To think that anyone could be an undercover grunt...Horrifying, isn't it?"
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