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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 18, 2007 23:47:16 GMT -5
::Pietro felt the atmosphere become heavier around them; more painfully, it was heavier between them. He had caused that. His eyes rested on his hand briefly, before meeting hers, dejected.:: "Did you want to?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 18, 2007 23:52:01 GMT -5
"I just don't...feel like dancing, anymore," she said, reaching up to brush his cheek with her fingertips. "I hate seeing you this way."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 19, 2007 12:06:32 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his cheek, leaning into the touch. His stubble brushed her fingers; he had not shaved regularly since he had begun watching Wanda.:: "I did not wish to ruin the evening."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 27, 2007 9:56:02 GMT -5
"I know." Her hand left his cheek to lace his fingers with hers. "We should go now, and come back when things are better and both of us feel like it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 28, 2007 0:06:09 GMT -5
::Pietro twined their fingers and moved from the bar. She was correct, it would be best for them to return to the mansion. He would feel better being able to watch over Wanda, and there would be no way to call attention to either of them.:: "As you wish."
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