He needed a break from the monotony and a meal -especially a free one - was always a plus, so had had no trouble agreeing to come by. The pretty girl was just a plus. A box of soda in hand - anything alcoholic had seemed too presumptious - he knocked at the door and took a small step back, absently running his free hand through his hair. Faded jeans - atleast these ones weren't as tattered - fit to his hips and a black long-sleeved tee to his torso, messenger bag of course slung over his shoulder - one never knew when inspiration would hit - he checked the apartment number once more before just waiting patiently... -- .: Kaya's Apartment :.

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Date Posted: 22:17:14 09/20/04 Mon
Author: Christian
Subject: He needed a break from the monotony and a meal -especially a free one - was always a plus, so had had no trouble agreeing to come by. The pretty girl was just a plus. A box of soda in hand - anything alcoholic had seemed too presumptious - he knocked at the door and took a small step back, absently running his free hand through his hair. Faded jeans - atleast these ones weren't as tattered - fit to his hips and a black long-sleeved tee to his torso, messenger bag of course slung over his shoulder - one never knew when inspiration would hit - he checked the apartment number once more before just waiting patiently...
In reply to: Kaya 's message, "x....x...x...." on 22:09:00 09/20/04 Mon

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She came to the door with her usual bright smile, letting out a soft breath. "Hey! Dinner is almost done, come on in." He had offered to help her with her literature homework so she thought that a meal was a good payment. She wasn't all that great at English, it didn't go well with her analytical mindflow. "This is Rascal." She stated, picking up the inquisitive little terrier who had come over to investigate. "And over there is Rowdy, but she's...well, she's more lazy then Rowdy." She closed the door behind him, grinning up at him with a soft laugh. "And this is my place, enjoy the lights because they don't happen often." (NT) -- Kaya, 22:28:01 09/20/04 Mon