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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 22:55:32 GMT -5
{{I guess so...}}
Spain opened his door, releasing his hand. He headed into the kitchen.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:06:55 GMT -5
Romano flopped onto the couch wordlessly.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:09:21 GMT -5
Spain came out with two quesadillas, chips, salsa and stuff.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:12:05 GMT -5
Romano looked over at him, his stomach rumbling slightly at the sight of it.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:15:13 GMT -5
Spain put it on the coffee table. He took a chip and dipped it in salsa.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:16:27 GMT -5
He took a chip also, eTing it.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:18:20 GMT -5
Spain ate a coupe more then picked up a quesadilla, nomming it.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:19:11 GMT -5
Romano picked up his own, eating it and looking slightly content.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:20:29 GMT -5
"so... what do you want to talk about?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:22:47 GMT -5
"Something not stupid."
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:23:57 GMT -5
"....how about... um.."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:25:46 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the couch. "What?"
(i love how romano's acting all cool, like he totally didn't have an emotional breakdown like 5 mins ago.)
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:26:54 GMT -5
"We can talk about our relationship..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 23:30:46 GMT -5
"...Why?"
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 23:31:35 GMT -5
"It confuses me."
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