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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 20:43:51 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. He knew his own limits.:: "We'll make pasta."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 20:46:37 GMT -5
'All right." She turned to look back at the Mansion, still feeling disconcerted. "I...." She shook her head. "It feels empty."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 20:47:19 GMT -5
::Pietro had no way to undo that feeling, so he settled for a different offer. An offer that would allow her to focus on something else for the rest of the day.:: "I'll carry you."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 20:54:35 GMT -5
The offer startled her; it wasn't something she was used to, and rarely asked for, unless there was good reason. But he was offering when she knew it wasn't necessary, and thought there had to be a reason for it. "Are you sure?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 20:57:41 GMT -5
::Pietro met her eyes, confidence and affection in his own.:: "Would I offer if I were not?"
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 21:00:14 GMT -5
Her expression melted into a smile, returning the affection he showed. "No, you wouldn't. And I accept."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 21:03:23 GMT -5
::Pietro released her hands and lifted her arms with one smooth motion. He cradled her neck and gazed into her eyes.:: "Comfortable?"
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 21:04:48 GMT -5
"You have no idea," she replied, her arms about his neck.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 21:06:23 GMT -5
"Good," ::Pietro said, meaning it. Her arms around her neck were warm and welcome, and he began to walk towards the mansion.::
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