"Oh, no. Cleaning is not my forte. I actually couldn't tell you what color the carpet is in my place." He shrugged, his brow furrowed. "My dad taught me how to cook, actually, and I am pretty sure my mom taught him but he won't admit to it." He smirked, absently tapping his foot to the beat in his head - which was currently some hit from the clash...london calling...was that the name of the song? - as he ate his food. There was always some music going through his head, sometimes things he wrote or he wanted to write but more often then not it was some band that he looked up to. -- :-: Allessandra's Place :-:

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Date Posted: 23:49:33 10/13/05 Thu
Author: Deryk
Subject: "Oh, no. Cleaning is not my forte. I actually couldn't tell you what color the carpet is in my place." He shrugged, his brow furrowed. "My dad taught me how to cook, actually, and I am pretty sure my mom taught him but he won't admit to it." He smirked, absently tapping his foot to the beat in his head - which was currently some hit from the clash...london calling...was that the name of the song? - as he ate his food. There was always some music going through his head, sometimes things he wrote or he wanted to write but more often then not it was some band that he looked up to.
In reply to: Andi 's message, "(Humming to herself, Andi walks up the street in front of her building, having had to leave her car almost a block and a half down. Rolling her eyes goodnaturedly, she decides there must be a party going, because the music down the road was obnoxious and there were a lot of college kids in this area. Stopping for a moment, she uses her knee to balance one of the bags in her arms so she can adjust her keys to get in the front door.*" on 23:38:58 10/11/05 Tue

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*She felt a deep admiration welling up inside her for this man. He was different somehow - and she recognized it, but she was in safeguard mode.. if something were to happen between them she was reminding herself that it could never be more than a fling. What a fling that would be though... she thought, eyeing his hands as he ate.* Perhaps we can work out a deal.. you cook - I clean. *She said between bites and sips.* I don't exactly love to do it, but it does give me some work satisfaction.. at least I dont have to fetch coffee for the carpet.. or check the fax machine for the curtains. (NT) -- Andi, 23:56:38 10/13/05 Thu