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Post by Spotts on Oct 1, 2010 22:52:15 GMT -5
((Gah, I'm stuck. How can we keep things spiced up?))
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Post by Mother Kumo on Oct 2, 2010 8:11:40 GMT -5
((Gah! Idk D: Twas hoping u had ideas... Meh, well if it won't make him all RAWR! at her, Lydia could accidentally touch his hand without the glove, maybe trying to hold his hand or handing him another drawing....))
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Post by Spotts on Oct 3, 2010 18:16:24 GMT -5
((He won't get really RAWR, maybe a little but not a lot. But sure XD ))
Sam leaned against the back of the sofa. "And now it gets awkward again." He laughed, smoothing his hair back. "I have food in the fridge, if you want anything." He got up and started for the small kitchen behind them. But on the way, he forgot he had set his easel on the floor and he tripped over it. And he fell in what seemed like slow-motion.
((Now's your chance, Lydia! Grab him!))
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Post by Mother Kumo on Oct 4, 2010 11:32:41 GMT -5
Lydia giggled. "No, it's not that awkward. DOn't worry about it." But of course... He was gone and doing it anyways. But she watched as he stumbled. And as quick as a flash, without thinking, Lydia grabbed his hand tightly, holding him up. Then Lydia stared in horror... She didn't want to hurt him... and she was touching his bare hand.
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Post by Spotts on Oct 4, 2010 18:55:07 GMT -5
Sam froze, feeling Lydia's hand in his. He felt the pain spread through him like a wildfire. He clenched his teeth to make sure he didn't let a scream escape his lips. Well, at least it's happening now and here. I won't have to worry about it later. He wanted to tear away from her, but he didn't want to scare her. He slowly stood up and forced a pained smile. "I'm okay," he mouthed, seeing the fear in her eyes.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Oct 4, 2010 19:52:08 GMT -5
But Lydia knew better. She released his hand and fell to her knees, tears filling her eyes. "Your not okay!" she sobbed. "I can... can... sense the pain, like some can sense fear." Her voice broke and she looked away. "I bet you hate me now..."
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Post by Spotts on Oct 4, 2010 23:14:41 GMT -5
Sam shook his head and knelt beside her. "Of course I don't hate you," he reassured her. He tried to keep his voice even and he placed his right hand on her cheek, wiping away her tears. "I couldn't hate you even if I tried." He smiled, ignoring the pain.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Oct 6, 2010 6:29:13 GMT -5
Lydia sniffed and forced to look at him. "But... Are you... Sure?" she asked. "I'd sure be mad."
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Post by Spotts on Oct 6, 2010 17:46:17 GMT -5
He inhaled shakily. "I'm sure," he told her. Then he leaned over and hugged her.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Oct 7, 2010 6:08:52 GMT -5
Lydia was caught off guard and it took a minute for her to realize what exactly he was doing. But when she did realize it, she hugged him back tightly. "Sorry." she whispered.
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Post by Spotts on Oct 7, 2010 21:29:26 GMT -5
"I told you; I'm fine." He felt the pain start to fade. He took a deep breath, exhaling with a true smile. "See? Perfectly fine."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Oct 8, 2010 6:05:04 GMT -5
Lydia bit her lip, but felt the tension through out his body disappear. "I'm glad that your not in pain anymore...." she murmured.
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Post by Spotts on Oct 9, 2010 21:42:27 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault." He looked at the easel, now dented on one of the legs. "It was my fault for putting this thing here."
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Post by Kumo on Oct 10, 2010 7:51:25 GMT -5
Lydia let her arms drop from him and looked at her hands shyly. "Well you can say what you like but," she paused as she got to her feet. "I still feel responsible and since I don't want to cause anymore trouble."
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Post by Spotts on Oct 10, 2010 18:33:40 GMT -5
"You didn't cause any trouble!" Sam shouted, getting to his feet as well. She doesn't want to be here because of you, he thought bitterly. It's your fault. Let her leave. But he didn't care. Instead, he kissed her. He didn't even know what he was doing. He just did it.
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