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Post by Prudence Kelly on Mar 19, 2008 22:14:10 GMT -5
Pru nudged Marc. "Okay, is it me or are the two of them making you like you're just going to throw up rainbows?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:18:58 GMT -5
"...eeewww.... rainbow baaarf..." She shuddered, for effect.
Emmett just shook his head at them both, and tried not to think about the image of...rainbow-barf.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 22:21:06 GMT -5
Caylee, however, took a more physical approach. She reached behind her for the pillow and chucked it at her roommates, hitting them both in their stomachs. "Eat rainbows, bitches," she went back to her position, wrapping her arms around Emmett.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Mar 19, 2008 22:22:41 GMT -5
"You know, if you guys are just going to make a porn, I'm gonna leave," Pru said. "You guys are giving us more than we need to see."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:24:17 GMT -5
Not able to help it, Emmett laughed out loud from Cay's comeback line and then went back to chewing on his lip.
Marc flinched as she was attacked and swatted the pillow away - though her hands probably didn't do any good for blocking. She was a musician, not a batter.
"Pru..." Emmie twitched and looked away, trying not to over spaz from her crude comments.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 22:25:52 GMT -5
"We're not even kissing!" Caylee insisted. "I'm just sitting in Emmett's lap! Although, if you wanted to see a porno, Emmett diiid promise me something tonight," she giggled, reminding him of his gift.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:28:31 GMT -5
Emmett's jaw hit the floor. So did Marc's.
"...Okay, excuse me, I'm suddenly having some major...rainbow heartburn." she announced and turned away from that statement, feeling pretty awkward from that - so she couldn't even imagine how much worse little Em was feeling.
"MJ!" after he had been stammering, lost in his words, for a while. Finally that's all that came out. He could have shoved her off his lap right then and there, if he wasn't still in such shock.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 22:40:33 GMT -5
Caylee just laughed, pleased with the results. "You said that I would have to 'just wait for tonight' for my gift! I'm just sayin'... you said yourself that it sounded very suggestive."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:47:17 GMT -5
"Um... y-yeah I think I'll uh-" he stuttered and tripped on his words as he moved around her to stand. "Take that...water now - Or....I-...Um, I can... order.... f-pizza. yeah." Emmett helped himself out, taking Caylee's cell with him since she had the number and he didn't. He slipped up his hood as he left the room and he jumped at seeing another guy, along with the shock of the door closing behind him. When he realized it was no one to fear - at least not as far as getting in trouble for being there.
"Oh...uh...I-I thought you were...going outside to smoke or something......?" He didn't know what else to say. He already looked like a spaz when he walked out there, he couldn't just ignore him.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:59:24 GMT -5
Came back...but not inside...? Emmett looked over his shoulder at the shut door behind him that Ari had been staring down. He right in front of it, facing it and all. ...but just...sitting there. "Um, y-...are you... okay?" he asked him ever so meekly, wondering if he was in place to ask him such a question. He was human, he could be conserned for another persons well being. Even in the situation they seemed to be stuck in. He fumbled with Cay's cell in his hands down at his waist and glanced back and forth between it and 'the other man'.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 22, 2008 23:00:36 GMT -5
"No-" he replied almost too quickly. "...uh...I just-...I'm... ordering pizza." he clarified and began to open and close Caylee's phone just slightly over and over again. He was probably nervous, but he shouldn't have been. He twisted on the ball of his right foot and looked down at his flats, past his own skinny pants, though they were bondage, not denim.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 22, 2008 23:37:42 GMT -5
A blink. Then another. His posture dropped and he turned to him slightly more so he was actually facing him now. "What?" daring him to repeat that. Then again not quite that aggressive. But really he'd hoped he misunderstood. And he must have. There is no way Ari had just said that.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 22, 2008 23:46:04 GMT -5
"Whoa- whoa- what what-" Emmett staggered and stumbled with his words looking around as he dropped his head for that confusing moment. He was in pretty big shock over what he said. He never expected that. "She's not. You don't know what you're talking about." His mouth was way ahead of his thoughts.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 10:43:34 GMT -5
His left hand gripped at one of the straps crossing behind his leg and he bit the inside of his mouth - he should have been biting his tongue. "What the hell are you talking about." he slurred out, keeping his head down slightly though his eyes stared straight into his. At first he couldn't even look at Ari but now he dared not pull away. If Ari was saying was as bad as Emmett was taking it, Emmett was probably two seconds from chucking something at him. "...get over yourself, Ari-" resisting to call him 'Ariel' like he had with Caylee. His words were mumbled and he turned his head slightly as he spoke though he kept an eye lock with him. Emmett took a few steps out of Ari's path to stand in the middle of the hall and his hood fell as he opened the phone and tried to think what the number he needed would be under in contacts.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 19:48:38 GMT -5
"Shut up-!" Emmett snapped childishly before he could stop himself. His head had snapped around to face him and now he was dead frozen, his eyes locked with Ari's. He gave a gulp of sorts and tried to calm himself down. Still - that was going way too far. He was pretty much calling Caylee a slut/whore right to his face. He wanted nothing more than to jump at him and yank at his thin, gelled to death, combed over hair.
"Y-... You don't know what you're talking about." he repeated trying to hold on to the little strand of Emmett he had left. "How can you even say that about her? Why'd you even come if you think - that of her...?" he asked him slowly but through his teeth. He was obviously annoyed and the questions were basically rhetorical.
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