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Post by Tiff on Jan 19, 2011 12:29:45 GMT -5
Chelsea inclined her head. "I think you're right, the FBI is a much better organization than the CIA so kudos to you for that one. My parents are telepathic psychic agents fro the FBI." She giggled. "Oh no, we're not siblings are you?" She asked. "I mean you're showing signs of telepathic awesomeness." She giggled again as he did his little spinning number and stopped in front of her. She wanted him to pull her to him and kiss her like all the hot guys in the movies did at this point, but she was sure it would be a little awkward. "Favorite animal? Hmm, are we talking Domestic or like wild? Cause I'd take you for a cat guy or maybe a cute little fox if we're talking wild."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 19, 2011 21:37:24 GMT -5
Bo laughed, "No, we're definitely not siblings. I'm pretty sure that would completely suck..." He laughed lightly again and watched her closely as she thought. When she guessed that he was a cat guy he put his hand up, "Okay, I think its for sure, now. I love kittens, and I have one. His name is Jake because I don't have creative names, but that doesn't matter, because I think you're stalking me. Has to be it. But I don't like the fox thing, that's where you kinda went off base." He turned back around quickly and kept walking, never letting go of her hand. He glanced over at her and smiled, "I'm more of a wolf guy, I think..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 19, 2011 23:18:20 GMT -5
Chelsea was shocked and was seriously thinking maybe she might be psychic or something. "Wow, I'm impressing myself and I suppose even the great Cassandra must have missed one every once in a while and yes I know she a clairvoyant, but still." She hoped she wasn't freaking him out too much, she was seriously only guessing. "I really didn't know you were a cat lover, but who doesn't love kittens? And Jake is an adorable name for a kitten. Is he all gray?" She winked and then giggled. "I was close with the fox thing though, I mean their a distant cousin and I leaned toward them because though they're part of the dog family they kind of resemble a feline." She frowned when he turned back around, her hopes had been way up in the air, but now that he was walking beside her, she couldn't help but feel a bit silly. They were just cool enough to hold hands and barely know one another, but a kiss was just too out of the box. "Alright, what about me?"
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 19, 2011 23:32:03 GMT -5
Bo laughed at her statement about Cassandra, "That's very true, I mean, you just found out. I can't expect you to get everything right at first, but I do expect you to work on it, I mean, what fun is it having a psychic friend if you can't count on her to know everything?" he asked, looking over at her. He really had wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to freak her out. She might think it was way too soon, and he would much rather wait for the perfect moment. She started talking about kittens, and then Jake and he smiled, shaking his head, "No, actually, he's a real pretty chocolate-brown color. And he has one right paw. The front right one. You should meet him, I think you'd like him," he said with a grin on his face. He loved that kitten more than he'd ever loved another pet, even his hamster which he'd had for two years before he got Jake. He looked over, sizing her up, trying to figure out what her favorite animal would be. "Now, I'm not psychic like you, but I kind of take you for a leopard type..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 19, 2011 23:54:07 GMT -5
Chelsea raised her right hand and turned her body so she was still holding his hand, but was still facing him better. "I solemnly swear to improve on my psychic abilities, so that you may take full advantage of my wondrous powers at a moment's notice in the future, I also promise to be as accurate as possible." She giggled and put her hand down. "He sounds cute and I would love to meet him, so maybe you should just tack that right onto our little to do list today." She smiled and then shook her head no. "Nope, can't say I'm a leopard person, I mean they are gorgeous animals out in the wild, but not my favorite animal by a long shot. I'll give you a hint. It's a foul of the night."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 20, 2011 0:14:42 GMT -5
Bo smiled at her and turned to face her as well, "Alright, well then I promise to give you as much practice as possible today and in the near future, just so you can get better," he said with a wink. He smiled and nodded at her next statement, "Yeah, he's adorable, of course, I'm biased considering I'm his human father, but still..." He smiled at her and started walking again. "I think we can go to my house after we play a few games at the bowling alley." He smiled at her and snapped the fingers on his free hand, "Dang it. Uhm, okay, foul of the night? Would that be an Owl, then?"
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Post by Tiff on Jan 20, 2011 0:31:25 GMT -5
Chelsea celebrated a little. "You have yourself a deal, I'm going to blow your mind out of the water." She listened to him talk about his adorable kitten and had to agree with him about possibly being biased. "That's right, I have a necklace with an owl pendant that I usually can't be seen without, but it's currently broken and the diner has been insanely busy lately that I haven't had time to fix it. It's the influx of new neighbors you know. I'm happy they're here, but they are some hungry people." She laughed. "So have we done favorite food? I know Banana is your favorite flavor milkshake, but I'm not looking for specifics here, Americana, Italian, Greek, French, Cuban, Mexican...etc. Which is my favorite?"
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 20, 2011 0:52:14 GMT -5
Bo smiled, "Good, then I expect total mind explosion from you, young lady," he said, raising an eyebrow with his statement. He couldn't stop just taking little glances in her direction, she was adorable and alluring, he just wanted to keep looking at her, but he didn't really want to stare. Bo smiled, "Well if you want, I can help you with that. Fixing the necklace I mean, not the new customers, although I guess I could while I wasn't working. You know, as long as your sister doesn't make me wear a dress... Or a fake name tag." He smirked at his own joke and looked at her again. He shrugged, "Well I'd probably be hungry too after thinking I might die. Kind of a scary situation, but they seem like nice people." He looked over at her and smirked, "Uhm, well I'm just going to throw this guess out there... Uhm Italian?" he asked, hopefully.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 20, 2011 17:14:17 GMT -5
Chelsea smiled. "Oh no if you're going to help out at the diner you'll have to wear the dress and I have a nametag specifically picked out for you now." She giggled. "I wouldn't make you wear the dress but the nametag is debatable." She giggled again it was hard not to be so giddy around him. "Really though you probably have enough on your plate you don't need the extra serving." She would like working side by side with Bo, but she had a feeling they wouldn't get much work done. In away he was starting to feel like one of those friends that would be there for you no matter what but wouldn't be worth two cents of help because you'd have too much distraction. "Italian, yes exactly." She looked him over. "You look like an Americana type. Burgers and fries all the way?" She shrugged there was no way she would be right again it wasn't in the cards, the odds were against her.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 20, 2011 18:40:26 GMT -5
Bo laughed, "Then looks like I'm not working at the diner, no dress for me." He smirked at her as she said he didn't have to and shrugged, "Alright, well I guess I could wear the fake nametag if you think it would make people like me more." He smirked again before he looked at her. "Score! I finally got one right. See, now we're getting somewhere, but you're wrong. My trust in you abilities is waivering, my friend," he teased, bumping he shoulder lightly with his arm. They were almost to the bowling alley, he could see the building a few blocks away.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 20, 2011 23:40:52 GMT -5
Chelsea was happy he agreed to wear the nametag. "It's alright, you don't have to help out, just because we wouldn't get any work done." She grinned and bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should say anymore, she was going to take a chance. "I think I'd spend more time in the supply room with you making out then out on the floor making money." She giggled, blushed and looked away. "French cuisine?"
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 20, 2011 23:57:21 GMT -5
Bo smiled, "No, I want to help out. Maybe I'll just have to steer clear of you for my shift," he said with a smirk. When she continued what she had started saying he blushed lightly and smirked again, "Oh, so you want to make out with me, huh?" he asked with a huge grin on his face, that would make his head huge for a few hours. "Hm, well I guess there's no need to make myself seem awesome to impress you anymore if you already want me. Mission accomplished." He smiled over at her and bumped her with his arm again, "I'm just teasing you, but you're wrong about the food. Let me give you a hint. Uhm.... Habla Espanol?"
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Post by Tiff on Jan 21, 2011 0:33:06 GMT -5
Chelsea's blush was nearly gone before he responded to her statement. "Yeah you know one day so you might want to call Houston back and cancel that mission accomplished declaration." She wasn't kidding she wanted to make out with him, but maybe now was just not the right time. "Uh hmmm I'm drawing a blank is that Russian?" She giggled. "So Spanish cuisine or Cuban because if we're talking Cuban we've entered my second favorite food option."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 21, 2011 0:46:34 GMT -5
Bo laughed and shook his head, "Oh wow, now I've been rejected, I'm thinking maybe you're giving mixed signals trying to hide the fact that you might like me..." he teased as he used his free hand to pinch her side a few times trying to see if she was ticklish. He smirked at her fake guess and then shook his head with the last one, "You're so close, but wrong again, my favorite food is Mexican. I could eat it all day long for every meal. Tacos are my favorite," he said with a smile. "But I do like Cuban food..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 21, 2011 17:34:03 GMT -5
Chelsea giggled. "I haven't rejected you and you're right I do like you, I've developed one of those silly little girl crushes on you, but you know it could develop into something more if given the right care and nature. I'm not shy, I'll admit it." She pouted a little. "I am seriously slipping on this psychic thing you know. So mexican huh, I'm a big fan of tacos too. But when I hear habla Espanol I automatically think Cuban. I lived in Florida for thirteen long years and cuban food was a mandatory staple in my diet. Alright, so I massively failed at guessing your favorite food. What about favorite sport?"
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