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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 15:49:23 GMT
"I'll try. Ye can jest tell me when I cross a line though, ye don't have to cry about it." I shrug.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 15:57:47 GMT
"I don't cry on purpose." I mutter, sighing a little, "I think glaring is the key to know when to stop."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 15:58:23 GMT
I smirk, "Sometimes when you look pensive, it's close to a glare though. It's hard to tell apart.."
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 16:03:42 GMT
"Fine then, I'll hit you."  |
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 16:06:15 GMT
"Much better." I joke, as I cuddle her against me. "And you call *me* mean."
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 16:11:11 GMT
"Well if I upset you, feel free to hit me. I'm sure I'm not capable of it, though."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 16:15:53 GMT
"I wouldn't hit ye." I smirk, "I'm quite a gentleman, remember?"
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 16:27:17 GMT
"Sure." I roll my eyes.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 16:32:21 GMT
"I'm glad you agree." I smirk, and give her a kiss the bridge of her nose so she closes her eyes and won't be able to roll them at me.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 16:44:46 GMT
"You're jest gonna disappear as soon as I'm asleep, arn't you?" I guess, easily.
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