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Date Posted: 05:00:27 10/16/06 Mon
Author: Jake
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Keisha 's message, "inside" on 04:45:58 10/16/06 Mon

(He obliged and handed her the afghan throw off the back of the sofa, settling back again when he was finished, setting his empty plate on his lap and linking his fingers behind his head. For a long while he watched the television but wasn't really taking anything in since his mind was too busy running him around in circles. When she shifted he spent a few moments watching her because he knew she couldn't see him, and he felt that the silence was awkward enough. But then, she had huffed and turned and caught him staring and it was all he could do to not turn red and shift in his seat. When she got annoyed like that it sort of reached into him and left him incapable of bullshitting his way out of it. Instead, he just sort of sat forward and put his plate on the table and brought his gaze to her as he sat back again.) Just been thinking, s'all. (He said, a sheepish smile crossing his features as he ran a hand back throuh his hair and reached over the arm of the chair to pull the lever to recline it. He patted the seat beside him to invite her over.) It's a bit cold over here.. (He murmured, wanting her to come over.. they could talk all she wanted to.. he just didn't like talking down at her when she was looking at him like that.)

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inside -- Keisha, 05:44:05 10/16/06 Mon
- Inside -- Jake, 05:57:41 10/16/06 Mon
  - inside -- Keisha, 06:26:47 10/16/06 Mon
    - Inside -- Jake, 06:39:11 10/16/06 Mon