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] Date Posted: 10:14:58 02/03/06 Fri In reply to: Jim 's message, "-Never Live Down My Deceit-" on 20:55:52 02/01/06 Wed A soft chuckle escapes Reece's vocals as she watches man and dog. He knows his master.. She murmers, reaching out a hand to gently stroke the small furball. Her gaze shifts to the still dark apartment, and she takes a few steps to her right, not so much as remembering where hte switch was, as just knowing, Painted nails flick the power on, and the apartment floods with light. Reece raises an eye brow. Well, you can tell you haven't been home for very long. She mutters, moving across the room to open a window, letting a breaze move through, pushing out the musty disused smell of time., [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Date Posted: 16:00:20 02/28/06 Tue A slow, inebriated smile curved her lips at the small pup's antics. Unable to resist, she bends down and scoops the diminutive fur ball into her arms. She allows Axil's affections for a few minutes before setting him back on the ground and heading into the bathroom, wanting to get what felt like the fuzz off her teeth. She indeed found everything where she'd left it, and returned in a few minutes, feeling somewhat better. Though it wasn't much good, she still felt pretty shitty. Her gaze swept the apartment, finally settling comfortably on Jim. She tilts her head slightly, watching him lean against the doorjam. She'd grown adept at reading people in the past couple of years, and she read him as well as she'd read a book. Nervous, anxious, wanting her. It mirrored her own feelings pretty freaking well actually. I'm gonna grab a shower.... I'm assuming you didn't trash any of my clothes? She didn't bother waiting for an answer, and just turned back into the bathroom, fighting to keep controll of her emotions. One moment she wanted to throw herself at him, the next, she wanted to take something hard to his head and beat the stupidity out of him... out of them both really. oh well, maybe a shower would help. She turned the water on, adjusted it, and discarded her clothes before climbing beneath the warm spray. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |