He smirked and shook his head "Nah- Laila was the size of a house when she was pregnant... the clothes will drown you. " He grinned a little and tucked her under his arm, finishing off his food with his free hand, glancing around her room "Yeah you better love me... i gotta lug all these boxes about for you tomorrow. " It was strange to see the place now... it seemed so uniform now. It had been her own little haven, cute lights and photographs and posters lining the walls, cloths covering surfaces and trinkets individulising the place... now it was bare- it looked just like his did. It could be anyones room. -- Malia's Dorm

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Date Posted: 11:54:09 05/22/05 Sun
Author: Danny
Subject: He smirked and shook his head "Nah- Laila was the size of a house when she was pregnant... the clothes will drown you. " He grinned a little and tucked her under his arm, finishing off his food with his free hand, glancing around her room "Yeah you better love me... i gotta lug all these boxes about for you tomorrow. " It was strange to see the place now... it seemed so uniform now. It had been her own little haven, cute lights and photographs and posters lining the walls, cloths covering surfaces and trinkets individulising the place... now it was bare- it looked just like his did. It could be anyones room.
In reply to: Malia 's message, " I've still got sand in my shoes, and I can't shake the thought of you.." on 07:20:34 05/22/05 Sun

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She nestled herself against his side, letting out a small belch, the absolute picture of class, once she'd finished up the small feast he'd brought her. Anything was better than her own cooking in the lounge kitchen, which mostly consisted of macaroni and cheese, burnt nine times out of ten. "Well I can carry most of the stuff that I packed today.. just stuffed animals and little trinkets. I won't overwork you too much tomorrow, don't worry." It wouldn't be too bad either - they only had a second floor apartment so it wouldn't be like they had to carry things up flights and flights of stairs and the place was already furnished, so he didn't have to worry about hurting himself on large pieces of furniture. (NT) -- Mali, 12:03:58 05/22/05 Sun