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Post by macxcheese on Aug 23, 2014 19:32:12 GMT
Emma: She felt goosebumps as he fixed her hair, and she turned back around as soon as he was done. She knew her face was pretty darn red by now, so she just tried to smile through it. "THANKS. I-I need to go finish redecorating my whole apartment now, it's very urgent. See you Sunday!" Her running speed could have matched Milo's when she took off, knocking through the back door and racing up the steps. She miraculously did not trip and made it through the apartment door without a hitch. Slamming it shut, she leaned against it and breathed out. Her hands went to her face and she felt like squealing. Her. Emma Penelope Brookhaven. Squealing. Whatever was wrong with her, she couldn't figure out.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 23, 2014 19:41:28 GMT
Geoffrey: He blinked a few times at where she had been, red-faced and flustered before smiling to himself. If she didn't have some sort of feelings for him, at least it wasn't entirely hopeless.
He waved goodbye to a couple workers before leaving the shop, bells dinging behind him as he did. It was everything he could do to stop himself from skipping down the street, and he still had an even more jovial bounce than normal. He had a good feeling about Sunday, and about working in general!
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