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Post by Severin di Franco on Dec 31, 2008 0:57:03 GMT -5
He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "I can most certainly see the appeal."
It struck him a bit odd that he was being social with this girl. Civil as well. But she was gorgeous, foreign, and interesting. There needn't be any more reason than that to open up to someone.
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Post by Danika Markus on Dec 31, 2008 2:19:59 GMT -5
Danika was a very sociable girl, so it wasn't surprising that she was friendly toward him. She found his company enjoyable, at least at that particular moment. She took a drink of her tea. "What, may I ask, are you studying at this school?" she raised an eyebrow.
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Post by Severin di Franco on Dec 31, 2008 2:24:44 GMT -5
"Right now, anything that sounds fun. I really haven't decided where to take my studies yet." Severin moved his hand to rub the back of his neck, massaging the muscles. His family wasn't excessively rich, but they had enough money for him to screw around for a bit. "And yourself?"
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Post by Danika Markus on Dec 31, 2008 2:51:01 GMT -5
Danika's family certainly had money to throw around, but she wasn't here on their money, because she had left them in the dust. She didn't care about money, though. She made sure that she was comfortable, and she never restricted her spending, nor did she force herself to focus any more on school as to make the most of her money there, because life wasn't about school or careers, it was about living. "I'm not really here with a specific area of study in mind. I might not even bother graduating." She smiled.
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 5:47:53 GMT -5
"What do you plan to do if you don't graduate?" Musing momentarily, an assortment of images ran through his mind. Ranging from timid bookish jobs, to dangerous ones. Then, of course, there were generic ones. House wife. Trophy wife. Wife in general. That didn't seem here though.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 6:01:16 GMT -5
She smiled, "I came to England to be a photographer, or to work for the magazines." Why she had chosen a magical school, she didn't know. She probably just hadn't been ready to leave the magical part of her life behind.
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 6:06:25 GMT -5
"A photographer? I don't suppose i need to ask if you're any good." He sipped at his coffee.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 6:19:21 GMT -5
She laughed, shaking her head and slipping a forkful of strawberries into her mouth. After she had swallowed, she smiled at him again. "Fashion photography, specifically. And I am quiet good, thank you."
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 6:21:14 GMT -5
"Fashion Photography. It makes sense." Setting the coffee down, he took an obvious look at her clothes. Then back up to her face, smiling. He may or may not have been checking her out. She'd just have to decide that.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 6:25:31 GMT -5
Why, he was checking her out! Those Italian boys, all the same. She smirked. "It makes sense?"
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 6:28:20 GMT -5
"Yes." She could call him on it. He wouldn't deny it. He would simply smirk, and shrug. "Pretty girl, pretty clothes."
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 6:31:21 GMT -5
Danika certainly didn't mind that all the Italian boys were the same, especially if that meant in all areas, including the way they... "Why, thank you," she said with a sly smile, returning to her tea. "I'll be sure to let my tailor know that you approve."
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 6:35:40 GMT -5
That's where she was wrong. Severin was in no way like other Italian boys. He was better. At least by tenfold. The very least.
"I really could care less about your tailor." He rolled his eyes, laying on the flattery. "Unless your tailor is a woman of at least half your beauty."
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 6:44:52 GMT -5
If someone had told that to Danika right then, she may have had to grab Severin by the ear and bring him up to her room and just test that theory. For several hours, stopping only for rehydration.
She rolled her eyes and sipped her tea coyly, "he's sixty-two year old man, actually."
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 6:47:28 GMT -5
Well, he may have to toot his own horn then, if that's the case. She should tell him that. Something he needs to know.
"Well then. I really don't care about your tailor."
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