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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 17, 2010 21:11:24 GMT -5
::They were near Pietro's car, so he decided it was best to take that. He guided her toward it and then opened her door for her, but did not let go. She could choose when.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 17, 2010 21:19:44 GMT -5
She looked at the vehicle a little strangely, but Pietro wasn't forcing her into it, seemed to be waiting until she let go. She finally did, after a few moments, and got inside.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 17, 2010 21:22:58 GMT -5
::Pietro shut her door gently and then went around to the other side. Sliding into the driver's seat, he fastened his safety belt and then started the car.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 17, 2010 21:33:25 GMT -5
She resumed contact almost as soon as he sat down, or as much as she could; her fingertips rested next to his leg. She was belted, but curled up in the seat.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 19, 2010 19:32:14 GMT -5
::Once they were both buckled in, Pietro began to drive. He would try to take back roads to the highway, because he was in no mood for traffic, not with Rossignol out of sorts this way.::
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