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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 13:57:13 GMT -5
She had heard as soon as the shower stopped so she went over to the door and asked loudly, "Do you want some tea or coffee or something?" It wasn't until after she asked that she realized how strange it was to ask someone that when your at their house.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 14:00:24 GMT -5
Bryan smiled at that. "Tea, please," he called back to her. He stretched his fingers to work the membranes back. Then he went to the door and opened it. His hair was barely damp now. "And some water."
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 14:08:29 GMT -5
She gave him a quick smile before darting back into the kitchen and putting on the kettle. She poured a glass of water for Bryan and set it in the spot he had sat the previous night before pulling two mugs from the cupboard and setting them on the table too.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 14:14:04 GMT -5
Bryan watched her leave, then headed to the kitchen at a more leisurely pace. He was thinking about a lot of things at the moment. What would he have to do if he couldn't hide his hands anymore? Would Serenity not freak out on him, like others have? Would he have to leave her without any explanation? How would he make a living? Certainly not at a freak show, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 14:25:20 GMT -5
She saw him walk in with a very thoughtful expression on his face. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked him while pouring tea in to both cups. It was a phrase her best friend had used when ever Serenity was thinking hard about something.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 14:28:12 GMT -5
Bryan looked up at her and shook his head. "Sorry, just tired," he said, a half-lie. He was tired, but that wasn't all that was on his mind. He was afraid to tell her. At one point he thought that maybe he could tell her, but he was afraid that he might be wrong about that.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 15:05:44 GMT -5
"Yeah we did stay up pretty late last night. I'm not surprised." She said. She blew lightly on her tea in a futile attempt to cool it down before taking a sip of the boiling liquid and searing the inside of her mouth.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 15:23:18 GMT -5
Bryan sat down and took a sip of the water, followed by the tea. "Careful about the tea there." He still seemed a little distant, thinking about his dream now. He had hoped that the shower would have helped, but it didn't. Maybe... "I don't have to be at work until a few hours from now. You want to go swimming with me?"
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 15:32:05 GMT -5
She grinned. "Sounds great!" She replied enthusiasticly. She took a few more sips of tea not even realizing that the hot liquid was scalding her mouth she was too caught up in the prospect of swimming.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 15:40:38 GMT -5
Bryan tried to keep back his grin at what she was unwittingly doing to her mouth. He silently got up and got her a glass of ice water. "Might be careful of how much you drink of near-boiling tea," he commented as he set the glass by her cup of tea.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 16:22:59 GMT -5
She realized what he said was true when she ran her tongue over the top of her mouth and felt the raw skin. She took the ice water from him and gave him a thankful smile, "Thanks, I'm going to regret that later. So when are we going swimming?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 16:32:59 GMT -5
"Any time between now and 10:30," Bryan said before gulping down his water. "I'm going to get changed," he said after he was finished and went to try to locate his relocated swim trunks. He also tried to think of places he would like to swim where she could swim too.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 16:41:46 GMT -5
She went into her room and dug through her bag to find her swimsuit. It was a pale green bikini. She pulled a matching green shirt on over it because the top was too revealing for her tastes. She pulled her hair back into a messy pony tail at the back of her head and walked back into the kitchen.
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Post by Scarlett De Fontaine on Jul 28, 2010 16:55:03 GMT -5
Bryan pulled on his swim trunks and looked himself in the mirror. His chest was littered with little pale scars. He frowned at them. They were his reminder of the accident. Or rather the murder. He preferred to think of it as an accident. It made things easier.
He grabbed a towel and pulled it over his shoulders, hiding most of them and headed back to the kitchen.
OOC- Same user as Bryan Wilkeson
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 17:04:48 GMT -5
Bryan walked into the kitchen in his swim trunks and she got up from the chair she had been sitting in. "Let's go!"
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