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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:49:40 GMT -5
Huh.
"I don't."
He shook his head, taking a sizable drink.
"No reason to be me."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:50:50 GMT -5
She leaned up a bit to take a drink of her own, looking over at him again. She was waiting. Why was there no reason?
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:52:01 GMT -5
He glanced over again...and sighed.
"For one, you wouldn't be able to fly. Afraid of heights."
Lame as usual.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:54:36 GMT -5
She grinned just a bit.
"True."
No. No reassuring words. He was right. She wasn't afraid to fly. In fact she loved to fly. It was her favourite thing in the whole world.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:56:35 GMT -5
"Reason number one not to be me."
Of course she wouldn't want to be him. She was good at what she did. He wished he could do what she did every day.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:59:34 GMT -5
She shrugged a bit, taking another drink.
"It is not so great to be me either."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:01:40 GMT -5
"Oh?"
Another eyebrow quirk.
"Why's that?"
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:12:33 GMT -5
She snorted, sitting up a bit. Even when she sat up straight she never really sat up straight. She didn't like being so tall and tended to, wether conciously or not, slouch to be shorter.
But back to his question. Where should she start? The crazy parents? Or how about-
"No boyfriend."
Not so bad. Yet.
"Ever."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:14:38 GMT -5
"What?"
He physically turned his head to look at her. Really? Ever? That was -
"Weird."
. . .
"I mean. You're not ugly. You're talented. I dont get it."
Another drink of his drink.
"I'd date you if I liked girls."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:26:58 GMT -5
She wasn't really expecting that reaction and she wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not. Either way she slumped back into her arms on the counter, drinking her ale from that position.
"Then your opinion does not count."
She paused and glanced over at him.
"You do not like girls?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:30:19 GMT -5
It was a compliment. If she were a guy he'd seriously consider her. No. Not because she looked guyish. She was not guyish enough for him right now, no. But personality wise she seemed pretty cool. Plus she was a quidditch player. That in itself was hot.
"Nope."
He took another drink, messing with one of the dreads.
"Not a bit."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:31:30 GMT -5
"Oh."
She layed her head back down.
"Is it easier?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:32:44 GMT -5
"Hell no it is not."
He sighed.
"Reason number two to not be me. No one is gay and the only ones who are are either taken or not worth it."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:35:24 GMT -5
She made a face, muttering something in French along the lines of 'that sucks'. Her parents would have been appalled. It was rather unladylike.
"At least people do not think you are gay. And you are not."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:38:35 GMT -5
He really didn't get the french, and he was starting to care less that he didn't understand it. The firewhiskey was nice and warm. Quite nice.
"That sucks. You really don't seem gay."
Not that everyone who was gay seemed gay.
"Bi at the most."
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