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Post by Victoria LeBrun on Oct 4, 2009 7:44:19 GMT -8
((WELL THEN.
I'm sorry it upset you :l
But I went back and fixed it.
So there.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Oct 4, 2009 9:04:08 GMT -8
((Thank you. Sorry. 8|
Jacqui, thank you for acknowledging my leaving! 8]))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 4, 2009 10:35:11 GMT -8
((*giggity*))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Oct 4, 2009 10:42:22 GMT -8
((I don't get it, but okay. XD))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 4, 2009 10:43:09 GMT -8
((Good morning!))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Oct 4, 2009 10:56:36 GMT -8
((Guten morgen!  *brick'd* Don't even know if that's right. XD)) |
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 4, 2009 11:17:26 GMT -8
((Yeah probs. *shrugs*
Li-li-li-li-li-libraaary~!))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Oct 4, 2009 11:39:49 GMT -8
((You is at the library? You know what? I think that Hetalia cosplayers should at least know basic phrases in their country's language. Ne c'est pas?)) |
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 4, 2009 12:18:54 GMT -8
((No. I just wanted to sing it.
*problem solved* AMURRKUH!))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Oct 4, 2009 12:21:25 GMT -8
((XD))
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Post by Aiesha Lawrence on Oct 4, 2009 13:33:24 GMT -8
Aiesha pursed her lips slightly and watched Daniel leave. After he was gone, she turned back to her book. Mostly to Jacques, she said, "You know, he made that receptionist cry earlier." She did not approve of that. Nope, nope, nope.
((You know how many times I almost write Arimaz instead of Aiesha?))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 4, 2009 13:52:55 GMT -8
((Tee hee~!))
"O-oh." Jacques was rather surprised that Aiesha was confiding something like that with the whole library. "Lily? Cried? Mr. Remmington? Um?" This made him feel vaguely guilty. Thinking of it now, certain actions in the recent past were rather... unadvisable. "That wasn't very nice of him." Oh dear. What if Lily was angry?
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Post by Aiesha Lawrence on Oct 4, 2009 14:05:06 GMT -8
Aiesha shook her head. She spoke in a much lower voice this time, apparently now aware that she was in a library, "No it was not." She paused for a few minutes and tried to get back into the book, but there was something else she wanted to know. "You don't seem to like him either. So, what's his deal?"
((Ha, silly girl. You could ask him yourself. Your spot in my brain overlaps his. 8|))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 4, 2009 14:20:38 GMT -8
"Um." What should he say? "He's... complicated? I don't know him very well-" Well, that depends how you define know... "-but he does seem to be a little..." The guilt was overwhelming, and he trailed off to stare at the book in his lap with a slight frown on his lips.
((Thinking hurts Jacqui's brain. LULZ))
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Post by Aiesha Lawrence on Oct 4, 2009 14:28:30 GMT -8
((Wooooow. His thoughts made me laugh. Poor Jacqui, didn't mean for you to feel guilty. *pats him on the back.))
Aiesha looked away from her book at Jacques. She wanted to inquire further, but decided that would be a bad idea. She didn't want everyone to think she liked butting into everyone's business, even if it was true. It's better to keep those qualities hidden. She turned back to her book and pretended to read.
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*brick'd* Don't even know if that's right. XD))