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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 10, 2007 23:25:26 GMT
"What can I say, we agrue a lot."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 10, 2007 23:27:38 GMT
"We're good at it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 10, 2007 23:36:15 GMT
"It's what we do," I grin,"You tell me when I'm being pain in the ass and I tell you when your being an arrogant son of a bitch. Which you happen to be, 99% of the time," I grin,"It's part of our bond, plus you have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the 'arrogant son of a bitch' thing. "
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 10, 2007 23:40:26 GMT
I laugh, shrugging slightly, "I'm good at being an arrogant son of a bitch. It entertains me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 10, 2007 23:47:54 GMT
"And it just makes life difficult for me," I tease.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 10, 2007 23:50:53 GMT
"Yeah, that too," I grin, "If I'm an arrogant son of a bitch 99% of the time, what am I the other 1% of the time?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 10, 2007 23:54:52 GMT
"The sweetest guy in the world," I grin sheepishly, kissing him softly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 10, 2007 23:56:16 GMT
"Glad that's only 1% of the time then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 10, 2007 23:58:14 GMT
"Trying to kiss you here, don't ruin it," I laugh softly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 11, 2007 22:00:11 GMT
I laugh and kiss her again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 11, 2007 22:15:28 GMT
I grin against his lips, kissing him back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 11, 2007 22:21:27 GMT
I grin back against her lips.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 11, 2007 22:28:58 GMT
"Sometimes I have no idea how I put up with you, you arrogant son of a bitch." I grin against his lips.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 12, 2007 21:51:15 GMT
"It's cos of the 1% of the time I'm not being me," I grin.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 12, 2007 21:56:58 GMT
"Ah," I nod understandingly,"Makes sense then."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 12, 2007 22:09:42 GMT
"You love me being an arrogant son of a bitch though, gives you something to argue with me about."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 12, 2007 22:43:20 GMT
"Touche' Monsieur Hunt," I grin laughing softly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 13, 2007 22:08:22 GMT
"Thought as much. Mais le Français est étrange."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 13, 2007 23:06:17 GMT
"Vrai, mais Paris est beau." I grin slightly, wrapping my arms round his neck.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 14, 2007 23:17:23 GMT
"Eh, vrai aussi, mais les Français sont des merdes," I grin, wrapping my arms round her waist.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 14, 2007 23:21:04 GMT
I laugh,"Couler ils sont. Comme ce gars qui est le nez que vous avez cassé?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 14, 2007 23:29:28 GMT
"Il était une merde. J'ai dû la faire," I grin, then add fairly, "Et j'étais ivre."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 14, 2007 23:33:16 GMT
I laugh again, kissing him softly,"Donc lui frappant sur moi a eu à rien ne faire avec vous lui cassant le nez?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 14, 2007 23:37:04 GMT
I grin, glancing round innocently, "Je ne répondrai pas à cela."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 14, 2007 23:39:40 GMT
I grin, taking his face into my hands making him look back at me,"L'innocent mis de pièce avec moi,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 14, 2007 23:51:18 GMT
"D'accord mais moi ne répondra toujours pas," I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 14, 2007 23:54:43 GMT
"Votre impossible, vous savez cela?" I grin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 15, 2007 0:02:05 GMT
"Naturellement," I grin, "Mais parler en français me donne le mal de cerveau," I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 15, 2007 0:05:58 GMT
I resist the urge to roll my eyes, as a smile tugs at the corner of my lips."Oh, ce n'est qu'alors? N'a pas savoir que vous avez parlé le français, un autre un de vos talents?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 15, 2007 0:01:31 GMT
"Je suis multilingue," I laugh.
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