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Date Posted: 01:26:04 07/14/09 Tue
Author: Max
Subject: ` horseshoes and handgrenades
In reply to: Midori 's message, "The Life I Live" on 12:45:33 07/13/09 Mon







"Hold on there tiger. No need to get worked up. I'm truly suprised and absolutely flattered. And to be honest, I think you are quite attractive yourself."

His eyes briefly glanced down at her hand as it rested upon his and brought the cup of coffee down, a very small chill crawling up his spine. He smiled at her comment. This was the second or third time tonight he'd heard that from her- a bit odd, he thought- but it certainly didn't hurt to hear it again. "Oh good. Glad I'm appreciated." he laughed.

"No thanks dear. One is enough for me."

Max comtemplated this for a moment, after a small internal debate decided not to take one for himself and then returned the cigarettes to his pocket without further ado. He'd been trying to get himself to go (very) easy on the cigarettes for about a week now, having recently gone up to a packet a day. The bottomline was that money was scarce and smoking was an expensive habit, a luxury he'd be better off without.

He was enjoying the feeling of her hand on top of his, her skin felt smooth and pleasant. "Hate to interrupt, but excuse me for a second..." Hesitantly he slid the cup out from under her hand and downed the last little bit of coffee at the bottom, then pushed the cup aside. It was just something that irritated him, when a cup had just a little bit of coffee left at the bottom instead of being empty, it was even worse when the coffee was already cold.




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