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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 22, 2008 23:42:28 GMT -5
"I would not!" she insisted. "I would bite it lovingly. And who said it was me? I said someone/."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 22, 2008 23:43:51 GMT -5
"Oh, you want an open relationship?" he teased, turning her words all around. "How nice of you. I didn't think you'd be okay with letting other people bite my lips."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 22, 2008 23:45:03 GMT -5
"Well, I didn't think you'd be okay with me biting your lips either," turning his turned words around right back at him. She gave him a face, her tongue sticking out of her lips.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 10:51:59 GMT -5
Emmett sharply stuck his tongue out back at her, twice even as if they were having a nya-fight. He then snerked at how silly they both were being but quick kept it back in and went back to being serious Emmie.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 10:57:52 GMT -5
Caylee leaned forward, trying to capture his tongue between his lips the second time, but he retracted it too soon, and she just ended up snapping her jaw at his face. She played it off as natural, putting her chin on his shoulder sideways, and making more snaps at his strands of hair.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 11:05:50 GMT -5
And of course Emmett cracked a smile again and tried to escape her bite. "May- heh." he shrugged up his shoulder and closed his left eye, the smile still on his face as she continued being playful. It was impossible to keep a straight face with someone being so cute.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 11:21:44 GMT -5
"It's my birthday, and if you're just going to sit here and be serious all day, then I'll just go shopping myself, you hear?" Caylee nudged his shoulder with her chin. "I need someone that can be as playful with me as I am to them. Or else I'll be a very unhappy birthday girl."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 11:31:34 GMT -5
Emmett's right arm curled under hers and he laced their fingers. He brought their hands down under the table resting on his leg. He hoped this would show he meant not harm and with luck make her ease up on him a bit more so he could try and put down his defenses.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 11:35:25 GMT -5
Caylee smiled brightly, squeezing his hand gently, then giving him a kiss to the right of his mouth.
"Thank you," she told him, now just leaning her head against his shoulder.
A few minutes later, a young Hispanic waiter, his name tag read "Carlos", came up to them. With a flamboyant accent, which had Caylee certain that he had an equally young Hispanic boy waiting for him at home, he asked them if they were ready to order.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 11:40:08 GMT -5
Emmett couldn't even remember if they had already decided. He'd completely forgotten by now. Obviously distracted. He bit his lip and let it slip through his teeth before looking over at Caylee waiting for her to answer their floorboy.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 11:46:08 GMT -5
"I'll have the order of mozzerella sticks and spicy curly fries," she said. "And this strapping young fellow will have fried mushrooms and nonspicy curly fries. And a root beer without ice. I'll just have water." she threw in the drinks without even asking what he wanted, but knowing well enough what he would have ordered.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 11:52:42 GMT -5
Emmett had this feeling of predictability about him and sunk in his seat. Before Carlos left he looked up at him for that last moment as he took their menus and strutted away. "Thanks." for ordering, "Are you hot?" he asked her quietly, as his free hand pulled on the neck of his jacket.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 11:54:50 GMT -5
"Well, yes, I've been told that I'm devastatingly beautiful," she batted her eyes at him. "But you should've already known that."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 12:05:23 GMT -5
He nudged her a the bad joke and unzipped his jacket to his chest his hand then came up to brush his hair behind his ear. "Anyone call?" he asked her quietly, wondering if she'd spoken to their parents. Not that he hadn't been with her all morning to know this - but they could have last night.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 12:13:16 GMT -5
"Nope," she shook her head. It was certainly odd of them, not to give her a call. "And I think Pru and Marc were waiting until I got up to say anything. Only you said anything," she gave him a nudge. "My precious, precious Emmie."
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