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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 12, 2007 23:28:11 GMT -5
::Pietro was mildly taken aback by the comment, as well as the direction it caused his thoughts to travel. He forced them away; now wasn't the time.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2007 23:32:57 GMT -5
She chuckled, not seeing his internal reaction. "That's the first time you haven't visibly startled when I said something like that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 12, 2007 23:34:15 GMT -5
"I'm holding it back," ::Pietro admitted. He had been startled.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2007 23:49:03 GMT -5
"Please don't be startled," she said, very simply and softly. "I don't...it's just what crosses my mind. Many times."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 12, 2007 23:51:49 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that of her; he had seen it with her and took no offense. At the same time, he had his code of honor, his view of what he could and could not do, and this was treading dangerous waters. Particularly now, when he could not act.:: "I know, and I don't take offense."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2007 23:55:31 GMT -5
Her eyes softened, her hand going from his cheek to take his. She would leave well enough alone. "I won't turn us to ash again, not without warning you," she said, switching subjects, her tone meaning more then the words did.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 13, 2007 0:02:34 GMT -5
::As her hand slid from his cheek to touch his fingers, Pietro grasped her hand, taking it tightly in his own. He understood the meaning behind the tone, and let his reply speak for itself.:: "Thank you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2007 0:08:23 GMT -5
She smiled and squeezed his hand in response, tilting her head in question. "So, where was this bar you were talking about?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 13, 2007 0:09:29 GMT -5
::Pietro held her hand tightly in his, leading her towards where they had parked the Acura.:: "It is near Broadway."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2007 22:02:00 GMT -5
Ty followed him, her expression changing noticably at the mention of Broadway, even in passing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 13, 2007 22:03:59 GMT -5
::Pietro walked beside her towards where they had parked the Acura, staying on her outside, as a barrier between she and the passersby. As the evening grew later, the crowds on the street grew as well, making a denser population.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2007 22:53:47 GMT -5
Ty stayed close to Pietro as was her habit, but she chuckled, somewhat to herself. "I used to break into some of the theatres on Broadway."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 13, 2007 23:40:05 GMT -5
"To sing?" ::Pietro asked, remembering the day she had taken him to the mansion's theatre.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2007 23:44:08 GMT -5
"Sometimes," she replied. "Or to play dress up with the costumes." The memory brought an amused expression to her face.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 13, 2007 23:49:23 GMT -5
::They arrived at the Acura, and Pietro unlocked the doors. He opened the passenger door, holding it for her so she could enter.:: "And you were never caught?"
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