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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 20:06:45 GMT -5
He winced at her mocking and comebacks. He tucked his once squeezing hand back behind his head. He answered her after a pause.
"What? You going to punch my ribs to pieces with all that muscle you're hiding down in your stomach? That it? Huh? Huh? Is that it MJ?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 20:08:42 GMT -5
"Yes. Yes, that's it exactly. I will punch you, Emmett. And apparently, I'll do it with my stomach. I'll punch you with my stomach. Is that right? Huh, Emmie? Is that right?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 20:17:33 GMT -5
"Hey! Hey! You said it! You said it, not me. You said- and I do quote-" and he did, "'Where do you keep all that muscle MJ?'" giving himself a slightly deeper voice as he questioned her. Now going into a more stern but feminine voice "'Why, Emmett Lloyd, in my stomich of course.'"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 20:24:25 GMT -5
She mocked his voice, going for an unnaturally deep voice. "WHERRRRE DO YA KEEP ALL THAT MUSCLES, MJ?" then going for a high, southern belle voice. "Why, Emmett Lloyd! In my stomach, 'course!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 20:30:20 GMT -5
Emmett brought his head up with his chin to his collar as he snerked loudly with his eyes shut. He wasn't one just let go and laugh out loud the way she was probably hoping he would- but she was pretty darn funny.
"Well that was creative." he told her through his against-will-grin.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 20:34:45 GMT -5
"I think I would make a very convincing southern belle. I'd be very pretty in a poofy dress and a parasol. I'd be fanning myself," she mimed this with her hand. "Why, I do declare! It is scalding!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 20:39:54 GMT -5
Another snerk, and he brought his weak fist to cover his mouth.
"Are you sure you can do that on your own? I thought fanning you was my job? Right? Right? That's what you said. I guess I'm just old news, huh? Is that it?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 20:41:16 GMT -5
"You're out of fashion. And in need of a desparate upgrade.And I'm afraid I just can't afford it. I might have to just chuck you and do it myself. I'm terribly sorry. You'll get your last paycheck in the mail."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 20:51:11 GMT -5
"Darn cheap southerners." he shook his head with a 'TskTskTsk'. Then relaxed into his bed again, his arms up going to their previous spots. He adjusted his legs and inner arm between them, hoping for Caylee to come closer and close the gap.
"You cold, or anything?" he fished, trying not to sound obvious.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 21:00:06 GMT -5
"Just a little," she said softly, her voice going back to her normal Long Island accent - the best kind around. She scooted next to him, bringing him against her so tightly that there was barely any room for them to be separated.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 21:07:51 GMT -5
Perfect.
"Perfect..." he sighed outloud on accident. Though hopefully she wouldn't call him out for it. He turned his face towards her in their silence, studying it for a moment, not at all caring that she was staring back right at him as he did. It hardly even registered to him that she was, even when he looked at her eyes.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 21:18:24 GMT -5
She put her head under his chin, nuzzling him with the top of her head. Caylee held him tightly, not wanting to let him go anytime soon. "Hey Emmie...?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 21:45:41 GMT -5
"...uh-y-..." startled by her sudden speech and calling his name. He looked away from her, turning back towards the ceiling, but shutting his eyes for a moment drowning in his loserness.
"Y-yeah Mary Jane...?" finally really answering her.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 22:35:24 GMT -5
"Can I kis - OUCH!" she quickly brought her hand up to her mouth. "TH-IT! I bit my tongue!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 22:40:40 GMT -5
His head snapped to her when she started to ask something he thought he might have missheard. He was sure he had. Though he couldn't tell now- as she raised her voice and mumbed her words.
"...Huuuh?" raising an eyebrow at her.
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