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Date Posted: 10:37:37 03/04/07 Sun
Author: Savatore/Rachelle
Subject: I don't know why I don't pause to weigh the consequences
In reply to: Lucian & Whitney 's message, "If you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real" on 10:25:34 03/04/07 Sun

"All that girl has to do is bat her eyelashes and you are at her beck and call. I am going to get you a collar. It might be pink. I haven't decided yet." He huffed, stabbing at the ground with the rake, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing. He did business. He could break someone's arm. He did not rake dead leaves that smelled bad. "Luuuuke." He whined, his eyes going up to his friend, his voice very much that of an upset child. "It smells bad. It's dirty." He usually wasn't bad about manual labor, he could handle lifting things, moving things....not...gardening. He huffed again, raking his hand over his head before he tugged his knit cap farther down on his head and growled at his friend, suddenly, without warning, lifting the rake and knocking Luke in the back of the knees with it - promptly bringing his friend down into a kneeling position in the damp dirt. That brought a smile to his face and he chuckled a bit before he looked around. "Are they going to feed us? Tell your girl I want cheesecake in return for this. She makes the best cheesecake."

She found it hilarious that she hadn't mentioned she brought boys but that Whitney had guessed by the growling and grumbling comment. "Yeah, I brought boys. I am sure you will meet them soon, we are supposed to get more assignments in like an hour or so." She shrugged a little, tugging on the bit oversized black hoodie. She had been wearing a fitted tee-shirt but had been cold on the way over and Luke had dug up a hoodie for her. She'd expressed concerns over getting it dirty but he had given her one of those looks that said 'are you serious?' without actually saying it so she had just willingly shrugged it on and pulled her hair back. Being practical girls, her and Whitney were both devoid of any makeup, looking natural and bright and happy and ready to work. She shifted to start helping her friend and the time flew by quicky, making small chatter together and getting to know her better.

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