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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 2:48:26 GMT -5
"Yeshh. Sweetie. Like Tiramisu. I'm having that for dessert tonight. Mom's getting Sharla to make us some," Zanna said, grinning at him. "It's really good--I think it has rum in it, though. Despite that, it's really good. And, by the way, I'm am plotting against you. I've got a partner in crime too," she eluded, though she didn't really. [/size][/color]
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 2:52:23 GMT -5
"Eh, you made me hungary"He whined in a high pitched voice he saved for whining. Laughing he looked at her. "No one calls me sweetie, or no one ever has 'cept you of course. dessert yummy"His ADHD was acting up a bit that night. Seeing as he kept switching back and forth between subjects "Oh Mmm ggee should I be scared?"He asked
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:00:22 GMT -5
"That's because I'm special and I--eheh. Nevermind. I'm just special--we'll leave it at that," Zanna said, smirking. Why was it that so much stuff she'd wanted to say today sounded...wrong? Weird? Sexual, for those blunt few out there. They were just friends, so why was her mind anywhere near that stuff? "So what's that stupid thing I'm supposed to do?" she asked. [/size][/color]
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 3:03:19 GMT -5
"eheh what?"He asked rolling over and looking at her curious now. "Eh. I haven't decided yet. Does it have to be today or can I get you to take a rain check and do it another day?"He asked he looked back at the screen he had lost everything in his bar so he pretty much gave up.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:09:13 GMT -5
"Naw, it can be another day. I'm just getting bored again, and I want to do something, that's all," she said, sitting down instead of finishing the song. She was feeling like not DDRing anymore. "Let's...uhnn. Make cookies? Or go to the park. Or...buy a puppy! Not that I actually could have a puppy...I just want one. Or we could...play foosball. Or go to the mall. I've got lots of ideas," she said, grinning once more. [/size][/color]
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 3:13:56 GMT -5
Devin listened for an idea then got a gleam well acustomed to his wacky ideas. "Mudfootball."He said sitting up "We need about four water spouts. Long enough hoses to reach, and a park."He said grinning he was staring at a wall but in his head he could vision it. Mud football at its best. Then they could clean off in a pool or something to make it so they were presentable into a household.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:18:28 GMT -5
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"Ohh, sounds like fun. Just as long as you don't tackle me too hard and...break my back or something. We've got a park close by. Lotsa hoses. Water spouts, I'm not so sure, but...we can make due," Zanna affirmed, even though she wasn't sure they could--make due, that is. "Oh yea. And a pool. Well. We've got a blow-up baby one and a big, regular sized one, so we're covered.
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 3:20:52 GMT -5
He giggled and scrambled to his feet nearly tripping once but making it out. "Okay lets go then!"He said he was excited now. "I won't, we'll play it tag, or you can tackle me but I'll tag you."He nodded and waltz by himself out of the room waiting for her to follow.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:24:59 GMT -5
"Well, no. That'd be unfair. You can still tackle me...just not as hard as I've seen you tackle your brother. I don't really want any broken bones," she joked, tangoeing with no one after him. "Might want to act normal from here on out. Slight possibilities that mom'll see ya through the railing," she cautioned, widening her eyes for the effect it tended to give. "I don't want her thinking you're some crazy-weird-guy and kicking you out forever and ever amen."
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 3:28:15 GMT -5
Devin nodded and calmed down. "I don't tackle him that hard, it looks hard because I have get low and dive into it to make him fall."He said looking at her. "Its just a matter of pushing my weight onto his and causing him to fall. A fancy trip if you will."He said nodding.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:35:10 GMT -5
"I see you've perfected it down unto an art. Rather impressive, buddy, rather impressive," Zanna complimented, smiling smally. "Are you just going to wear the clothes you're wearing or what?" she asked, her face not purposefully looking questioning. "I'm changing, but...you don't exactly have anything to change into, do ya?"
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 3:37:39 GMT -5
"When I hurt his feelings alot I need to be able to tackle him without hurting him."He said. "I don't have a change of clothes so yeah, I'ma wear what I have on. " He added nodding. He was also way to lazy to go back to his house and to get a change of clothes.
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:42:54 GMT -5
"Okay-dokay, then," she replied, understanding completely what he was saying. Not that it was hard to comprehend--she just understood what he meant. It wasn't too long ago that she'd borrowed clothes from him. Twice. In once day. Boy did that seem normal.
"You could borrow my clothes this time!" she announced, almost excitedly. "Lemme put on something I don't mind getting muddy really quickly. If you want to look for a shirt that is...crappy to change into instead of that lovely one," she gestured to his, "Then go ahead."
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Post by Devin McKayAnd Drek McKay on Nov 12, 2006 3:45:20 GMT -5
He giggled. "I'll call my mom see if she'd be kind enough to bring the golf cart to the park with a change of clothes inside."He said pulling out his pink slvr. He texted her real quick then put it away. "Cause I'm rad like that."
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 12, 2006 3:47:01 GMT -5
"You are rad. You're pretty much the raddest guy I know," she acknowledged, then gently pushed him away from her door and shut it. Silently, she put on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of old, already ripped and grass-stained jeans. "Re-eady!" she sang through the door, only to see what his reaction would be.
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