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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 19:35:23 GMT -5
Continued from Eyes On MeAs they landed he held her a little closer to make sure she didn't fall before stepping out. He smirked. "What? It's Italian." It really was. Actually it was a cute little hole in the wall pizza place that, as far as he was concerned had the best pizza he'd ever eaten. Brin didn't do fancy, he did honest. "Two." He nudged her to follow the waitress.
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 19:43:08 GMT -5
She held on to him. Enjoying him holding on to her. Especially when it got closer. It was all very nice.
And the she looked out and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Very nice. A stretch. But nice."
Charmer, that Brin. But she didn't dislike it. And she did follow the waitress. Because she was hungry.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 19:43:17 GMT -5
He chuckled, deciding to be corny and pull her seat out for her.
"I'm cute and you know it."
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 19:44:54 GMT -5
"It's true."
She chuckled, giving him a wink before sitting. Crossing her legs.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 19:47:41 GMT -5
He grinned, sitting down across from her.
"Dingy all you want this place has the best pizza. In Europe. I'm not lying."
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 19:51:35 GMT -5
"I'll be the judge of that."
She chuckled, watching him. This was fun.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 19:54:34 GMT -5
"You'll see."
He glanced up as the waiter showed back up and he ordered himself a soda. No alcohol here. Ever.
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 19:57:26 GMT -5
Wonderful. She just ordered herself a water. Soda wasn't really her thing.
"So is this your plan for the night? Pizza?"
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 19:59:12 GMT -5
He shrugged a bit, pulling off his coat and putting it on his chair. Again, wearing short-sleeves. He hadn't really thought about his scars in a while. It didn't seem like a problem.
"Maybe."
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 20:02:06 GMT -5
Those were the first thing she noticed. And she almost didn't respond. She was too busy looking at his arms.
"Maybe?"
She glanced back up at his eyes. Just because they were talking.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 20:07:22 GMT -5
Another shrug.
"Maybe."
The waitress returned and he threw her a bit of a smile, taking his soda. Oh, right. They probably should have been thinking about food.
"What kind of pizza do you want?"
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 20:09:38 GMT -5
She chuckled. Then made the mistake of looking at his arms again. They were interesting...She wanted to know what exactly had caused the marks. She had ideas, but not any she could bet on.
"What?"
Oh. She thanked the waitress. Then paused. Um...
"As long as there are no little fish on it, anything is good."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 20:12:36 GMT -5
He didn't notice her looking at his arms. He had been too busy thinking about pizza toppings.
He smirked.
"I'll order a bunch of meat, don't think I won't."
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Post by Sheena Leyshon on May 19, 2009 20:14:37 GMT -5
"You think meat offends my stomach or something?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Believe me, I can handle anything."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on May 19, 2009 20:16:17 GMT -5
He shrugged.
"Alright, one nasty boy pizza it is."
He looked up at their very patient waitress, ordering them a meat covered pizza to share. Absently he scratched at his arm a bit as he spoke.
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