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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 0:33:20 GMT -5
The quick knock, as usual, told her who it was, but not which one. "Come in."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 0:36:09 GMT -5
::With her permission, Pietro entered her dormitory. He held the box of chocolates out to her.:: "I wanted to tell you I am home."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 0:38:21 GMT -5
She rose from where she sat with a smile, taking the chocolates in one hand and wrapping the other about his waist, moving close to him in one smooth motion. There was no doubt that she was freer with him physically then with his doppelganger. "I'm glad."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 11:31:00 GMT -5
::With her arm around his waist, Pietro leaned in to kiss her softly. His arms wrapped around her body in a loose embrace.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 11:34:04 GMT -5
She returned the kiss, then stayed where she was, wrapped loosely in his arms. "How was work?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 11:36:57 GMT -5
"Fine," ::Pietro answered, as he remained a man of few words.:: "Very little to do."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 11:39:27 GMT -5
"I hope you weren't too bored or anything," she said, because she was aware his speed made things boring for him at times.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 11:44:30 GMT -5
::Admittedly, Pietro had been, a bit, although Clint did what he could to keep him entertained when they were out. And on one level, Pietro preferred having little to do on his shifts, because it indicated that there was less crime.:: "I was not too bored."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 11:45:22 GMT -5
"Good." She moved from his arms gently, to set down the chocolates on the table.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 11:52:48 GMT -5
::Pietro slipped his arms from around her to grant her greater freedom of mobility.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 12:37:58 GMT -5
"I have plans tonight," she began carefully. It wasn't unusual for each of them to inform the other of their schedules, and it seemed the easiest way to broach the subject.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 12:43:05 GMT -5
::Weeks ago, Pietro would not think twice about her having plans, because jealousy was once a foreign concept in that way. Now, however, he felt the hairs on his neck rise, and he had to ask,:: "With him?"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 12:46:30 GMT -5
"Yes." She saw no point in lying or beating around the bush.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2010 15:18:38 GMT -5
::Pietro disliked the mere thought of her being with his double. It had taken him so long to finally have her, and then, with no effort on the other man's part, he now had to share. He detested life. However, he also made no efforts to control her actions, and he held his tongue.:: "I will not wait up, then."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 2, 2010 15:27:09 GMT -5
She didn't tell him that he shouldn't wait up, but she did want to talk. "I feel as if I'm being totally selfish."
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