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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:05:54 GMT -5
She nodded, standing up. It was indeed cold tonight, and she hoped she could find her clothing. "Let me go look for my stuff," she mumbled, walking over to the bushes. She didn't remember where she fell asleep.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:07:48 GMT -5
"Do you need help?" ::Pietro called after her. The woods were vast, and he could cover the distance easily.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:10:45 GMT -5
"Yes please," she said to him, unsure of where to look. "I don't remember where I fell asleep."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:11:36 GMT -5
::Pietro replied with a nod of his head, rising to his feet. Like a flash, he was gone, searching between the trees for her clothing, or what remnants she had.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:16:14 GMT -5
Had she been up in a tree? No, she remembered leaning against one, just for a moment... "Damn it," she muttered, still searching. She couldn't find anything, even though her shirt was white.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:21:56 GMT -5
::Deep within the woods, Pietro caught sight of a white scrap of cloth, shimmering in the moonlight. He stopped by it, finding it to be the tattered remains of a shirt and shorts. The shorts were still usable, but the shirt was tattered beyond mending. Picking both up, he ran back toward where he had last seen her.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:27:32 GMT -5
She turned, seeing him return with a mere scrap of clothing in hand. "Oh dear...is any of that salvageable?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:28:15 GMT -5
::Pietro held up the shorts for her; they were the more important article of clothing.:: "These are."
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:31:46 GMT -5
She ran over to him, accepting the shorts and turning around, pulling them on. As if he hadn't seen her completely naked already. It didn't help that she was still blushing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:34:51 GMT -5
::Pietro's attention was elsewhere, which gave her privacy. He examined the shirt in his hands; this was nothing more than a rag now. Tossing it to the grass, he slipped off his shirt, revealing his chest.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:38:41 GMT -5
She turned, seeing him pull off his shirt. The memory of what happened with the Professor came rushing back, where he too gave her his jacket and shirt for her. "You don't have to do that," she said, clearly embarrassed. She could keep her arms folded around her until she got back to her room. Hopefully Kitty wasn't still awake.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:40:31 GMT -5
::One silver eyebrow crept towards his hairline, but Pietro said nothing. He also made no move to put his shirt back on. Instead, he slung it over his shoulder, should she want it later.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 23:52:21 GMT -5
"I'm really, really sorry, Pietro," she said quietly, as they began their walk back to the mansion.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:53:57 GMT -5
"You can't control yourself," ::Pietro said as they walked towards the mansion, as though that was simply the end of the matter. Uncle had to explain himself for this.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 11, 2007 0:03:45 GMT -5
She kept her eyes averted, staying silent. She doubted he could find a way to "fix" the situation with the Professor. No one could make someone's schedule less busy, especially if it was full of important things.
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