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| RiddleMeThis396 | Oct 29 2009, 03:58 AM Post #641 |
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Keira smiled gratefully before carefully hoisting herself out of the tub and wrapping one of the fluffy towels around her. She looked up to the mirror and she let out a sigh and a shiver went down her back; of course it was cracked.... |
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| never_fade_away | Oct 29 2009, 04:02 AM Post #642 |
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Greg laughed before shrugging. "Who said that? Your American boyfriend?" he asked playfully. "I have to admit, when it comes to my job, then yes. Other than that? Relaxing and partying is quite fun. You should join me sometime." he offered with another smirk. *** Lena grabbed Keira's clothes from her drawers, before heading back to the bathroom, knocking on the door out of manners instilled into her brain. "Keira, I have your pajama's." she spoke up. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Oct 29 2009, 04:09 AM Post #643 |
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Keira jumped slightly at the knock on the door, tearing her eyes away from the mirror. "You can some in, Lena....." she called, sitting on the lidded seat of the toilet. |
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| mallyapple19 | Oct 29 2009, 04:11 AM Post #644 |
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Linnea gave him a look, "What's that supposed to mean? Don't be so stereotypical, Gregory." she laughed, obviously just teasing. "And I really don't think I believe you so much." she walked towards the living room, turning to face him at the doorway. "I think my presumption is correct. Russian boys are too intense." She nodded solemnly. "Besides, to join you, I'd have to come to Russia... and I am not sure I really want to do that," she said, tossing her hair in a mock-snobby tone. |
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| never_fade_away | Oct 29 2009, 04:16 AM Post #645 |
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Lena entered with a small, tired smile. "Hey... will these work?" she asked, holding up the clothes for Keira as she sat on the counter opposite from where Keira was sitting, having already handed her the clothes. *** Greg laughed, before frowning. "What, is the high-maintenanced Swede too good to party with Russian boys?" he asked playfully. "Or maybe she's just scared that she can't keep up..." he trailed off, knowing if what he assumed earlier that she was just as competitive as him. |
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| mallyapple19 | Oct 29 2009, 06:14 AM Post #646 |
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Linnea stopped, turning to face him with her mouth slightly ajar, eyes narrowed. "What? You know I could indefinitely keep up with you." She put her hand her waist, tossing her comforter and pillows into the living room, on the floor. "Beside.... I think it is more along the lines that you couldn't keep up with me." She gave him a look, tossing her ponytail again. "Then again, I might just be too good for Russian boys. Who knows?" She smirked at him then turned and walked into the living room. |
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| never_fade_away | Oct 29 2009, 12:09 PM Post #647 |
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Greg smirked as he put his blankets and pillow on the ground, before crossing his arms. "I honestly do not think you can. From the sounds of it, you are just too scared to even try, see how you keep back out. You saw in my memories of some of the stuff I used to do. You KNOW I can keep up. Question is, could you?" he asked, before chuckling. "Do not hide behind excuses because you are scared, krasIvaya," |
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| mallyapple19 | Oct 29 2009, 03:03 PM Post #648 |
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A slight pout came over Linnea's face, completely unbeknown to her. "I can too keep up!" she said, narrowing her bright eyes at him. He really knew how to flare her competitive nature. "I am so not scared. I just wouldn't want to embarrass you and beat you. Igen." {Again} She paused a moment, giving him a wary look. "What did you call me?" Edited by mallyapple19, Oct 29 2009, 03:03 PM.
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| never_fade_away | Oct 29 2009, 07:37 PM Post #649 |
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Greg's smirk widened as he chuckled. "Oh, you would not embarrass me at all. In fact... I think it is quite the opposite. Nothing, by the way. It's for me to know, and you to not find out." he nodded with an even eviler smirk. |
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| mallyapple19 | Oct 29 2009, 10:29 PM Post #650 |
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Linnea glared at him then huffed and turned around, picking up her stuff and dropping it on the couch. The fire was waning, so she threw a few more pieces of wood into it from a collection off to the side of the fireplace. She flopped down onto the couch just after, curling her legs off to the side and leaning on the arm of the chair, eyes on the fire. She was muttering in quiet Swedish, but the word ryska came up a few times, which meant Russian so it was obvious what she was mumbling about. |
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