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Post by Jacky on Jun 26, 2007 6:58:14 GMT
I look over to the pile of sticky spaghetti straps on the plate, which look like they've been standing in water all through the night. "...On the other hand.." I start with a smirk, "Bread sounds marvelous."
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2007 7:51:50 GMT
I wrickle my nose and nod at that statement, "Aye.. extremly delicious.." I agree and giggle softly.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 26, 2007 8:17:52 GMT
I smirk and get up to locate the bread in the cupboard. I pull it out, not minding the fact that I'm a guest here, basically. "You could hit someone in the head with tis an' kill 'm.." I point out, cos the bread's hard as stone.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2007 8:21:49 GMT
I give him an evil look. "Don't diss my bread, smartass" I tell him but grin then.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 26, 2007 8:29:14 GMT
"I was just pointing out *another* use for it." I grin, "Which is, in fact, a compliment."
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2007 8:31:15 GMT
"I'm sorry that I misinterpretet your compliment" I snicker and take the bread from him, along with a knife from his belt.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 26, 2007 8:38:42 GMT
"You quite fancy stealing me things, don't ya?" I tease, leaning against the table as she cuts the bread.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2007 8:44:13 GMT
"... it comes handy." I defend myself and grin. When I grin at him though, I don't pay attention to the knife for a moment and cut into my finger.
I moan and my eyes dart over to the wound. It is not too big, but it stings and bklood is pouring outta it
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Post by Jacky on Jun 26, 2007 8:49:24 GMT
"Very classy." I compliment her. "Blood covered bread with a license to kill."
I smirk and take her hand though, turning it so I can see the cut. It's not very big, but it's deep which causes the blood to well up.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2007 8:50:34 GMT
"You might actually like it. I am sure you never had it.." I tell him and watch him as he takes my hand in his.
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