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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 8, 2007 21:35:10 GMT
"Alright fine." I mutter huffily,"You always have to do this don't you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 9, 2007 17:07:24 GMT
"Do what?" I say bluntly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 9, 2007 22:23:26 GMT
"Pick a fight with me," I mutter,"You always have to."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 20:31:57 GMT
"Yes," I reply.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 20:37:48 GMT
I bite my lip, just resisting the urge, I wasn't about to stoop to his level.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 20:40:11 GMT
I arch an eyebrow as she bites her lip, resisting the urge to comment about self control.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 20:44:43 GMT
"Would you please stop with that eyebrow thing, starting to get on my nerves."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:03:12 GMT
I bite my lip to resist the urge to reply.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:04:27 GMT
"Just forget it," I mutter, putting my head back into my hands,"Do whatever the fuck you want,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:07:58 GMT
"Don't worry, I will," I mutter.
So why aren't you?
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:10:01 GMT
"I bet you don't even know what you want," I mutter.
Oh and you do?
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:11:16 GMT
"Well done, I was trying so hard to hide it," I mutter, rolling my eyes slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:16:37 GMT
I sigh in frustration, running a hand through my hair, trying hard not to snap back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:18:45 GMT
Now you're just being an ass for the sake of it.
So?
I remain silent, shoving my hands in my pockets.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:26:26 GMT
"you can go if you want." I mutter,"I've said all I needed to,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:29:00 GMT
I stay where I am for a moment, not sure if I wanted to go or not, "I don't know," I say eventually, not much caring it didn't make sense to the conversation.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:30:01 GMT
"Doesn't make any sense, hope you realize that." I mumble, wrapping my arms around me more, trying to stay warm.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:32:32 GMT
"Yes, I realise that. I-..." I stop and just fall silent again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:36:48 GMT
"Just have nothing better to say." I mumble.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:40:43 GMT
"No," I say after a moment, then stop again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:43:19 GMT
"Then what? You have something to say then?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:45:57 GMT
"No," I say again, after a moment's struggle to find words in the mass of half thought out apologies I knew I really should be saying.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:50:13 GMT
"Got anything other to say then no?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:53:29 GMT
"Yes," I decide after a moment.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 21:56:09 GMT
"Always got to be a smart ass, don't you?" I mutter, wringing my hands together.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 21:59:59 GMT
I open my mouth to say yes again, then decide against it and shrug.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 10, 2007 22:03:42 GMT
"Rather have taken the yes then the shrug." I mutter, getting to my feet, deciding on going inside and forgetting the whole thing or staying there and trying to talk things out.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 11, 2007 19:37:27 GMT
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 11, 2007 21:49:48 GMT
"Just stop saying that okay?" I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest,"You don't have anything to be sorry for."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 12, 2007 21:08:15 GMT
"Then why is everything so fucked?"
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