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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 23:17:21 GMT -5
"Sure, I'd like to come," I said, feeling the blush recede.
Her words were weird, though. Attract pain? What's that all about? I wondered.
"I just heard you apologize a lot," I admitted. "You didn't really say anything... you screamed a couple times. But that's when I woke you up."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 23:21:45 GMT -5
"Cool," I smile more at the fact he said he would come.
Whoa, that was a close one. And to think I might of blurted out everyone's memories I have sampled over the years, This makes me happy, but I've already smiled too much and then say, "Guessing I can't just crash here, huh...? Sad, I was beginning to like this couch, it has an odd charm to it." And there I go, slipping back into defensive mode, next thing you'll know I'll be formal again.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 23:26:45 GMT -5
I chuckled. "You dissing my couch?" I joked. That's me - open up the shell a little, you get to see that inside, I'm pretty easygoing.
"As for crashing here, I wouldn't mind - as long as you can stand the 'odd charm' of my couch," I added. "Don't you have family who'll worry, though? Might wanna call 'em and let 'em know where you are, I don't want to have the cops knocking down my door for kidnapping a rich girl."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 23:31:20 GMT -5
I laugh at that, "Not in this city... And besides you'd only have an Otherborn named Angel knocking on your door and yelling in french to see if I'm okay." But none the less I pull out my phone and text Angel. Letting him know I'm at a friends house AND for the love of my sanity to not check in on me randomly throughout the night.
''Say, Neku... You gotta job? besides being Le Chef?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 23:33:43 GMT -5
"Job? Nah. Sometimes I help Tifa's guy-friend deliver packages, do some handywork here and there, but that's about it." And it was; I'd been looking for a job for a while, but mostly it was odd jobs for me, and I kinda liked it that way.
It did, however, lead to a couple issues with the landlady.
Something Namine said caught my attention.
"Angel?" I asked. "He your brother or something?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 23:39:23 GMT -5
"Oh my gawd!" I give Neku a cold stare. ''We're not related... And yes, or something is correct."
My phone buzzes and I unlock it. I see one simple letter: "K"
So I type back: "I'm serious"
And once again that single letter. Odd. Whatever. I now look up to Neku, "So If I ever needed an extra hand I could hire ya out for the day?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 23:45:59 GMT -5
I raised my hands in the air. "Whoah, geez, sorry."
Talk about icy.
She asked me a question. I nodded. "Yep. Pay me whatever you like; I generally sell myself by the hour."
It was a deliberate joke, but my tone was dead serious.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 23:48:07 GMT -5
I smirk and give a devilish look, "I'll remember that...Now...Can I borrow a shirt of yours?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 23:49:19 GMT -5
"A shirt?" I blinked. I had no idea why she wanted that. "Um... why?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 23:51:38 GMT -5
"Um... Well, I don't really have my nightgown with me now do I... What... Do you sleep in jeans?" I ask with a raised brow.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 23:55:36 GMT -5
"Er."
Yeah. Actually, I did. But I wasn't about to tell Miss Priss that.
"Um, lemme find one." I looked her up and down. "You sure it'll be big enough to use as a nightshirt? I'm not much larger than you, after all."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 23:57:49 GMT -5
"I'll still have my undies," I state simply as I get comfortable again and take off my bead necklace. It jiggles in m hand. "It'll work out fine."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 29, 2011 0:01:50 GMT -5
Geez, she was relaxed. I walked into my room, glad that I wasn't looking at her, since I could feel another blush coming on. Weird rich girl.
I grabbed my biggest shirt out of my closet, then walked back into the living room, tossing her the shirt. "Here," I said. "You can get changed in the bathroom." I pointed out where that was.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 29, 2011 0:06:57 GMT -5
"Thank you~." I get to my feet and head to the bathroom to change. While in there I barrow some of Neku's toothpaste and gargle said substance, then check myself out in the mirror. My hair is a mess, but it already was earlier, so that's fine. I didn't wear make-up today because I was stressing so no eye liner to remove... I tilt my head to the side before looking down and smiling. Alright, I think its cool I get wear someone else clothes, so shot me.
I poke my head out and say, "Hey... In the morning can I take a shower so i don't look like the living dead anymore." Then I slip out and come to plop on the couch again.
"And you do have somewhere to sleep right?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 29, 2011 0:09:06 GMT -5
I shrugged. "Why not? Make yourself at home." At her other comment, I aise an eyebrow.
"I do have a bedroom. Whatever my furniture might say, I'm not that poor." Something about her ragging on my lifestyle (and eying my furniture like it was green and slimy) was getting on my nerves, and fast.
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