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Post by Typhoid on Jun 30, 2009 21:29:38 GMT -5
Typhoid waited for Pietro downstairs, touching up her light makeup while she waited. They'd needed a night like this for a long time, after recent events and with both their schedules.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 30, 2009 21:43:12 GMT -5
::No more than two minutes after Typhoid had left, Pietro came downstairs dressed properly. He would ask where they were going when they left the property.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jun 30, 2009 21:47:34 GMT -5
She smiled when he came downstairs, holding out her hand. "I'm glad you wanted to go out."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 30, 2009 22:04:57 GMT -5
::Pietro took her offered hand in his and began to walk with her to the garage.:: "Have you planned this long?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jun 30, 2009 22:07:03 GMT -5
"A week or so," she replied, squeezing his fingers. "I thought we needed some time together."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 30, 2009 22:18:13 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly; after what she had told him, it was a fair idea. Their schedules had been disastrous recently.:: "I would not want to disappoint after planning."
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Post by Typhoid on Jun 30, 2009 22:31:27 GMT -5
"I know." They'd made it outside; the garage wasn't more then a few steps away. "I wish our schedules weren't so different."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 30, 2009 22:43:40 GMT -5
::Upon reaching the garage, Pietro opened the door to let them in.:: "So do I; it will pass."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 1, 2009 20:42:01 GMT -5
Ty ducked inside the garage, walking past Pietro. She'd grown used to how he held open doors and did other things for her, as casually as if it were breathing. They'd fallen into a pattern, but it didn't stop her from smiling in thanks every time, either. "I have to go back for a week to make up what I missed being sick, and then I'm here for the summer."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 5, 2009 21:16:29 GMT -5
::Pietro assumed that was common protocol when illness struck a student, although he had no practical experience. When they reached the Acura, parked near the entrance to the garage, he unlocked the doors and opened the passenger side for her.:: "That will make visitation easier."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 5, 2009 21:19:27 GMT -5
"It should." She winced slightly as she got in. The slashes in her side were healed, but they'd been very deep, and the muscles underneath weren't so cooperative with all movement yet.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 5, 2009 21:26:29 GMT -5
::Once she was securely inside, Pietro shut her door, before going around to the driver's side and sliding into the seat.:: "And you will have survived your first year."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 5, 2009 21:34:50 GMT -5
She chuckled at that. "Survived is one way to put it." Between the fight with the Morlocks and her illness, survival was about all she could hope for at this point. "Next year I won't be a freshman. I might actually get a part in a production that's better then the chorus." She'd tried out for the two musicals NYU put on through the year, and had only gotten choral parts in favor of the seniors. University classicism at it's best.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 5, 2009 21:50:19 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly as he slid the key into the ignition and started the engine. Never having been interested in performance, and never having risen particularly high in post-secondary school rank, he had no frame of reference.:: "No longer the bottom rung."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 5, 2009 22:14:30 GMT -5
She nodded in response, then said "I'd thought we'd go to Il Buco, in the East Village," she said, so he'd know where to drive to.
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