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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 19:59:35 GMT -5
She nodded, a little reluctant to get up and spoil the moment with such mundane things as changing clothes. "I don't mean to drag you off anywhere, if you don't want to be."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 20:08:21 GMT -5
::Pietro's fingers brushed along her arm, before releasing her so she could stand.:: "There is nowhere else I would rather be than with you."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 20:15:59 GMT -5
Ty rarely blushed in Pietro's presence anymore- she had grown comfortable with him seeing her during moments she allowed no one else to see. She blushed this time, though, as she stood and brushed sand from her jeans. "Thank you, my love."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 20:29:38 GMT -5
::Pietro rose as well, and he did not call attention to her blush. He noticed this of American women, that they did not hear the truth from men enough so they tended to blush from attention. He would need to be open with her about how he felt; he knew that from her use of the endearment.:: "Don't thank me, amore mio."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 20:36:32 GMT -5
She replied with a smile, and simply started back towards the Mansion, staying close but trying not to hover, in case he chose to run back. The smile didn't leave her expression.
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