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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 1:51:03 GMT -5
He smiled slightly again but tilted his head down for that moment, his hair flowering over his face. Emmett then nodded and walked around her. He leaned to the side craning his neck to see his father still at the door. He hoped he was allowed to take her back there. He probably was, he was just always paranoid about not doing something right. Something without permission, like most kids would be scared of. "Uuuhh...okay. Come on." he slurred quietly and looked back at her as he kept on walking making their way out of the living room and into the hall way.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 1:52:52 GMT -5
Mary Jane observed Emmett's house. It was nice. There was a kitchen and a dining room. "Your house is pretty," she said politely. "Like my old one used to be. I like it."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 1:58:21 GMT -5
He never thought much of it. Still he was thankful for it. He was almost raised to be. Not by his parents, he'd just learned it was what you were suppose to think about what you had. Because there was always someone who didn't. "Oh um, thank you." Directing her around the corner after their strole down the narrow hall they travelled up some curling stairs. They weren't two tall, but to these kids it seemed like more steps than needed. Every now and then Emmett would have to put his hands down on the stairs. It wasn't that each step was too high for him, but his legs just wouldn't take him up alone it seemed.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 2:00:20 GMT -5
Mary Jane was never good at climbing stairs, so she brought up both feet before going to the next stair. She was beginning to fall behind Emmett. She didn't say anything, though, she kept quiet and just went faster. At the end of the staircase, she was right behind him.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 2:16:17 GMT -5
He looked back at her and tried to smile, though what seemed like smiling to him was never smiling to anyone else. When ever he'd have to be in a picture he was told to smile. I am smiling. but noone ever agreed. "Sorry, it's just up here." feeling like he'd been dragging her around forever though they hadn't gone very far at all. It wasn't that long of a house.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 2:19:25 GMT -5
"It's fine," she chirped back. She was just anxious to see the room. "You have a nice smile, you know. I like your smile."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 2:32:19 GMT -5
Great, he was hoping she wouldn't say anything like that. It was like the more he thought about something the more likely people were to bring it up. Was he really that readable? "Umm...n-nah..." he said quietly, not wanting to talk about it any further. "Right here." changing the subject and opening the door to his once dull room. Two walls were blue, the opposite ones a dull red. Not too bright or eye popping. Though it was a lot nicer than it use to be.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 2:34:34 GMT -5
"Pretty," she glanced around the room, walking in. She spotted the bunk bed, in a corner. Her smile grew. "Buuuunkbeds!" she raced over to them. "I love bunk beds!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 2:42:46 GMT -5
Emmett bit his lip and did a double take from her to the ground and back She was pretty adorable. "I've never had on before." he admitted walking over and putting a hand on the post. "You can pick what bed you want." he told her quietly, letting her have first pick. He knew which one he wanted, but of course he offered her first.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 2:44:14 GMT -5
"Which one do you want?" she said right back, she sat down on the bottom bed with Caylee in her hands. She compulsively stroked the short velvet hair. "It's your room. I'm just a guest."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 2:58:59 GMT -5
Emmett shook his head. "It's not my room anymore." he said, but not in a sad way at all. "And you can have the one you want. I don't mind." now nodding. He stayed standing in the middle of the room awkwardly, as his eyes followed her to the bed. His right arm came behind his back and held the middle of his left arm. He wasn't aware of it, but his right foot twisted, his heel against his other foot.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 3:01:08 GMT -5
"... are you afraid of heights?" she asked, tilting her head. It might've seemed random, but if he was, she'd take the top one. If he wasn't, she'd be on bottom.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 3:10:58 GMT -5
He frowned and tilted his head down, looking at the top bed from the tops of his eyes. "Umm..." he stammered not wanting to give a yes or no. He twisted both legs now, one and then the other, back and forth. He shrugged with just one shoulder. "I-I guess..."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 3:12:11 GMT -5
"Then I'll take the top," she began to climb up the ladder. "I wouldn't want you up there if it scared you." she placed Caylee on top of her pillow and laid down, testing out the bed.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 18, 2007 3:30:41 GMT -5
"I-it doesn't..." he said quietly. He stood there staring at the ground alone. After a moment he dragged his feet towards his own bed and sat where Mary Jane had been sitting before. Though he didn't have the comfort of an opinionated cute little cow. He pulled legs up, one at a time. He didn't cross them like before, but let his socked feet still out over the side a bit.
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