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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:02:04 GMT -5
Harry twirls a flower in his hand.
"That's too bad. Maybe if your lucky I'll ask you to dance."
Derayl looks at him from the corner of his eye.
"Don't scare the tourist."
Harry scoffs.
"I hope you know plenty of women want my flower."
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:04:09 GMT -5
"...I'm a horrible dancer anyways," Ilia said with a slight blush, sweat-dropping.
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:06:46 GMT -5
Harry laughs.
"Bull! Pretty girls always dance well."
Derayl sighs.
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:08:11 GMT -5
Ilia sweat-dropped, "If you say so."
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:10:22 GMT -5
Derayl looks at Ilia. "Don't take the man seriously. He's full of hot air."
Harry crossed his arms. "Your just jealous."
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:12:48 GMT -5
Ilia gave a giggle, "Well, even without dancing, its still nice to be able to go around talking to everyone."
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:14:03 GMT -5
Harry uncrosses his arms.
"So your settling in OK then?"
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:14:43 GMT -5
"So far," Ilia said with a bright smile, "Its certainly a lot nicer than being in the city."
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:16:53 GMT -5
Derayl looks at her.
"Staying out of the woods?"
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:17:53 GMT -5
"Yes, I haven't been back in since the last time," Ilia said, sweat-dropping as she recalled getting herself lost.
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:18:42 GMT -5
He nods. "Good. It would be a shame if we lost you."
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:19:36 GMT -5
"I learned my lesson," Ilia said truthfully, embarrassed.
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:20:16 GMT -5
He face palms "You got lost didn't you?"
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Post by Christi on May 16, 2009 22:20:38 GMT -5
"Well, yes," Ilia said, blushing.
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Post by Zaku on May 16, 2009 22:22:33 GMT -5
"Don't go out into the woods alone. If you want to go bring a guide."
Harry places his hand on Derayl's shoulder.
"Good of you to volunteer."
Derayl facepalms again.
"God damn it, Harry."
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