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Post by Mia on Jan 2, 2012 15:55:39 GMT -5
Summer nodded, a light smile on her still red face. She didn't meet his eyes either, unable to raise her gaze further than his chest. Summer had no idea why it was so awkward all of a sudden when it hadn't been before. She still couldn't shake off the feeling him holding her hands had given her either. I'll ask mom about it later... "S-so...how long d-does it take to cook?"
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Post by Redeim on Jan 2, 2012 16:08:47 GMT -5
"What? oh um..." Perrin began, still feeling shy. "About... 30 minutes?" He said, looking at the clock and realizing he hadn't been paying attention when he first started. With a definitive nod after looking at the chicken, he added, "thirty minutes should be fine."
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Post by Mia on Jan 2, 2012 18:24:33 GMT -5
"Oh..." Thirty minutes was a long time to wait, especially now. Summer bit her lip, wringing her hands together and looking everywhere but at the boy in front of her. "W-what should we do while we wait...?"
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Post by Redeim on Jan 3, 2012 11:23:40 GMT -5
Perrin looked around, he didn't want to become too distracted by something, but he wasn't sure what they could do. He wasn't sure what wouldn't seem too awkward while at the same time would allow them to communicate if they wanted. He gave her a weak shrug. Normally when he was cooking, he'd just play on his phone or free write. "Do... Do you have anything in mind?" He asked her, even though it was his house.
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Post by Mia on Jan 3, 2012 12:18:55 GMT -5
Summer gave a light shrug. She didn't really know what there was to do with a guy who she sorta liked. Do I like him? Summer glanced up at him before looking away again, her heart skipping a beat. Maybe that would explain why she felt like this all of a sudden. But what if he doesn't like me back? So she wouldn't tell him, she'd keep it a secret and try not to act too weird...well, weirder than she had been already. "What do you usually do?"
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Post by Redeim on Jan 4, 2012 0:41:34 GMT -5
Perrin bit his lip, debating if he should tell her the truth or make something up that could even remotely pretend to involve two people. "I um... Usually write or just go online..." He pointed to the kitchen table, "there. I think Ame's using the computer anyway though..."
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Post by Mia on Jan 4, 2012 13:11:52 GMT -5
"Oh..." Summer bit her lip, fidgeting with her fingers. "Wh-what do you write?" Summer wasn't much of a writer, though she tried because she wanted to write her own songs, but she was horrible with writing.
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Post by Redeim on Jan 4, 2012 19:23:37 GMT -5
Perrin looked to the floor shyly, then looked more at the chicken than at Summer. "Um... just stories." He said simply, giving a small shrug. His big story was his brother's story. Of course, before he could attempt to publish it, he'd need Ame's permission. "I do a lot of freewriting when I'm cooking..." He added.
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Post by Mia on Jan 4, 2012 21:42:32 GMT -5
"I wish I could write..." Summer admitted quietly, finally raising her eyes to look at his. She still felt super nervous but she figured she couldn't keep her eyes on the floor the whole time, he might start to think there was something wrong with her. "That's really cool though. What...um, type of stories do you write?"
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Post by Redeim on Jan 4, 2012 22:31:01 GMT -5
Perrin hesitated before replying, also finally able to look her in the eyes. "Um... Ame has a pretty interesting story I've been writing." He said cryptically. He could explain the general, but he figured Summer didn't need to hear all the details. He wasn't sure Ame would like that much either. "I've kind of been writing his story. With the names changed, of course." Remembering a finite detail that would deter her from wanting to read it, he added with a small wince, "It's in French though..."
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Post by Mia on Jan 4, 2012 22:35:59 GMT -5
"Oh..." Summer got the feeling that he didn't really want to talk about it, so she didn't ask any more questions, though she was super curious. That is, of course, he said it was in French. "O-oh..." She glanced over at the chicken, as she was starting to smell it, and wondered how long it'd been since they put it on.
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Post by Redeim on Jan 4, 2012 22:56:35 GMT -5
Perrin glanced over at the chicken, then back to Summer. Even though she didn't ask, she was obviously curious about his story. "Um, it's about when he was about four to six years old. He was kidnapped..." He explained only slightly, not sure how curious she truly was. He leaned back on the counter before jumping up on it, careful not to let any body part get near Summer, for fearing of hitting her by accident. "It should be ready in like... 10 minutes, I think."
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Post by Mia on Jan 4, 2012 23:46:10 GMT -5
Was she really that readible that he could tell she wanted to know more? "Kidnapped?" Summer hadn't meant to say it out loud, it kinda slipped. She looked away, not wanting him to tell her more if he didn't want to. Summer looked up at him as he sat on the counter, biting her lip. "Oh, alright." Had it been 20 minutes already? True it'd felt like longer, but it also felt like it went by quickly, if that were even possible.
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Post by Redeim on Jan 4, 2012 23:52:52 GMT -5
Perrin nodded, eyes now on the chicken even though he was talking with Summer. "We were all shopping, our parents and my older brothers and me, and Ame got lost at one point, and we didn't find him again for two years." He began, glancing at the doorway to see if Ame was coming in at all before continuing. "Mom got a call from the police saying a boy that matched Ame's description was found, and he was in a hospital about an hour away." His eyes seemed to cloud over as he continued, the vague but present memories returning, "He was in bad shape..." He began, but lowered his head, letting his hair cover his eyes as he let out a calming breath and then looked back up, a forced smile on his face, "I probably shouldn't say anymore though." He told her simply. "As it is, Ame hates people knowing his past." He admitted, making a cute, over-exaggerated "oopsie" face.
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Post by Mia on Jan 5, 2012 0:01:45 GMT -5
Summer bit her lip as a tiny frown began to form. She listened to Perrin talk, her eyes on his face as his were on the chicken. Summer didn't know what to say as he finished talking, saying "I'm sorry" or anything like that seemed redundant. While her past was bad enough, she couldn't imagine what being kidnapped, or having someone you love kidnapped was like. She gave a small smile when he made a face, a small giggle escaping her lips. "Well, maybe we shouldn't tell him I know then." She whispered with another soft laugh.
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