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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 20:20:05 GMT -5
Of course Frank knew she wasn't mad at him, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about making her wait. Of course she wouldn't have to wait if he were drunk, but Frank getting drunk was a rare occasion, and Twigg wouldn't want him to get drunk just so she could kiss him, anyway. Where would she be without him? Sometimes he wondered where he'd be without her. "I dunno, Twigg. Hell, probably," he said. "And that wouldn't be good. I think we keep each other alive, no?"
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 27, 2008 12:03:24 GMT -5
Trying to lighten the mood she grinned. "Ah in the deepest circle of hell is probably the best guess," flipping over she lay on her stomach, her legs dangling over her head behind her as she grinned at him, a strand of blonde hair curled around her slender finger as she watched him. "So my darling, you seen your Kennie recently?" The siblings usually had a get together at least once a week and discussed everything, and she meant everything. Twigg often found herself curious as to what they were saying about her during these many weekends, but she wouldn't want to pry, and neither would relay the information to anyone, even her.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 27, 2008 19:29:39 GMT -5
Oh, that's right. Frank did have a sister. He'd totally forgotten about her, despite the fact that she lived three steps away from his front door. Horrible, right? "Yeah, we had a little reunion," he said, smiling at Kennie's word for their casual sibling dates. It would have seemed stupid to ask if Twigg had seen his sister recently. Because the answer SHOULD be yes, seeing as they shared a roof. He decided to stare at the white ceiling. Frank wasn't in the mood for chatting, actually. Just chilling.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Apr 1, 2008 14:17:37 GMT -5
Head propped comfortably on her hand as she lay their, elbows bent against the bed she smiled up at him, her eyes never once losing his blue counterparts, unlike most people Twigg never had a problem with eye contact and such things, maybe it came from her being totally comfortable with herself, maybe it was her dominating nature? Either way she didn't care. Whilst the other hand idly played with a long strand of black hair that peeked through the blonde she listened for a moment. "Anything juicy come from it?" It was a polite enquiry, but Frank was used to her trying to subliminally draw things from their conversations. "She been telling you about her summer guy that has mysteriously turned up again?" Wiggling her eyebrows she grinned at Frank.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Apr 4, 2008 22:04:25 GMT -5
It was scary how Twigg never lost eye contact with a person. Frank always looked at a zit on the person's face, or some other blemish. Just as long as he wouldn't have to stare into someone's eyes. It was like the gateway to someone's soul. Creepy. Frank smiled when Twigg mentioned the summer guy. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he liked the "summer guy" or not, but he seemed to make Kennie happy, so why the hell not give him a chance? "Not anything you don't already know," he said, staring at the green cigarette box on his desk. He didn't want a smoke, did he? Maybe he did. But Twigg didn't like him to smoke. Oh, it could wait...Maybe...
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