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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 22:24:32 GMT -5
She gave that a moment's thought, then nodded, not seeing a reason not to. "If you'd like to."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 22:30:44 GMT -5
"I know an Indian restaurant some towns over," ::Pietro* told her. If he recalled, there was a public garden hear there, which they could visit afterward.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 22:32:56 GMT -5
Indian food wasn't something she usually ate, which would make for something new, or at least rare. She nodded her assent, wondering if the other Pietro would ask her as well to do something tonight. She tried to balance her time between the two of them, but sometimes there were hurt feelings. "All right."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 22:40:09 GMT -5
::A slight smile touched Pietro's* lips at her agreement.:: "We can go dancing after, or come back here."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 22:43:35 GMT -5
She spread her hands out in a "I have no opinion" gesture, smiling a little. "It's up to you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 22:44:53 GMT -5
::Pietro* decided to err on the side of caution.:: "We will go dancing, if you let me choose your outfit."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 22:55:40 GMT -5
Both eyebrows rose. "I have power of veto if it's too crazy."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 22:58:24 GMT -5
"Tasteful," ::Pietro* said, feigning offense.:: "I would never take advantage. And I have a sister."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 23:02:19 GMT -5
She shook her head with a smile. "All right. For now."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 23:11:21 GMT -5
"Good," ::Pietro* said with a nod, as though they had come to an agreement. He offered his hand to her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 23:16:00 GMT -5
She took his hand when he held it out, marveling for the millionth time that holding his hand felt no different from the original Pietro. It was the demeanor that was different.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 23:18:52 GMT -5
::Pietro* squeezed her hand lightly and then rose to his feet, still maintaining the physical contact.:: "I have to get a pick; will you come with me?"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 23:21:46 GMT -5
She nodded towards the direction of the supply shed as an assent as he rose. "Of course."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2010 23:23:46 GMT -5
::Pietro* walked with her toward the supply shed; it was a fair walk, but he had asked her to come primarily because he wished to speak to her in private. This was a point of personal pride, and he had enough of the original Pietro in him to have similar mannerisms in this way.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 1, 2010 23:27:03 GMT -5
She stayed hand in hand with him, simply enjoying the walk. Silence with Pietro wasn't uncommon, so she took no offense to it; the contact was enough.
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