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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 17:54:27 GMT -5
She made a bit of a face, setting her water down.
"I have a bitchy roommate. Well, not really. He lives in his own room. But he's still bitchy."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 17:58:12 GMT -5
"Mine is Queen bitch."
She shook her head, thinking of Olivia. Bitch.
"Is he just bitchy? Or queen bitchy?"
Ha. Gay joke.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 16:27:39 GMT -5
For a moment she snorted, shaking her head and the hair along with it.
"He's just a bitch."
No, she may tease but he was certainly not gay. She had known him much too long to think that. Lucan on the otherhand...
"He's a cute bitch, but he's still a bitch."
Maybe she was more tipsy than she thought...
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 31, 2009 16:52:45 GMT -5
"A cute bitch?"
Hm. She pondered for a minute.
"And where can I see this cute bitch?"
Tipsy or not. Cute was cute.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 16:53:46 GMT -5
She made another face, sipping at her water.
"Trust me, it's not worth it. The bitchy overrides the cute. Trust me, I've known him forever."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 31, 2009 16:55:32 GMT -5
"And who is this again?"
There were other questions. You know. How old is he. What's he do. Etcetera. But those were secondary at the moment.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 16:56:34 GMT -5
She sighed, realizing the topic wasn't going anywhere and leaned on the counter to look up at her.
"His name is Drystan. He owns Jenkin's."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 31, 2009 16:57:28 GMT -5
"Drystan. Good to know."
She nodded. She'd leave it at that for now.
"So, Cerys. How long have you had said wand shop?"
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 16:58:59 GMT -5
She actually went so far as to poke her tongue out at her this time.
But moving on.
"Since I graduated from Puddlemere. Probably about eight years."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 31, 2009 17:04:24 GMT -5
"Eight years? That's a long time."
She got herself more water, glancing over to make sure no one else needed anything. Not yet.
"So what? You graduated when you were like twelve? You're not that old."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 17:05:37 GMT -5
She shrugged, chuckling a bit at the compliment.
"Well, maybe six or secen years. I dunno. I'm twenty-eight."
Momentarily she glanced over at the man next to her, frowning. "What?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 31, 2009 17:10:45 GMT -5
"Twenty eight? Huh."
That was only five years older than herself. She hoped to look that good in five years. Hm? Angel glanced over at the man, then back to Cerys.
"Ignore him."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 17:13:41 GMT -5
Hmph. Back to Angel.
Huh?
"Why huh? Do I look older?" Dear God if she looked older... Was Trystan giving her wrinkles?!
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 31, 2009 17:14:52 GMT -5
"No. You don't. You look...like...my age."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 31, 2009 17:15:45 GMT -5
She quirked an eyebrow.
"And that is?"
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