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From: babalon |
Date: March 9th, 2011 10:28 pm (UTC) |
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Yev/Emilie
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Upon confirmation that he would stay, Emilie swayed a little from side to side. "Yaaay," She replied, sing-song.
When he began to freak out about her lack of clothing, she leaned back a little, loosening her hug to look down at herself--as if she needed to confirm the strapless bodysuit that she'd been wearing.
Worse still, it was starting to slip down. She giggled, tugging the top up with a bashful "Whoops!"
Hugging him again, she kissed his cheek. He was too cute sometimes-- strangely naive, even. "These are my clothes, Bambi! Toooo-too fucking... hot outside. I dun like iiiit."
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From: yevgeni |
Date: March 10th, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC) |
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Yev/Emilie
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"Do you hate meeeeeee?" he pouted, letting his head drop lower, closer to her face. "Good. I do not want you to be hurt," he said snuggling her. "Perhaps you could date an older man who is a veterinarian. OR! You could find someone like Doogie Howser, that teenage doctor," he suggested unhelpfully.
He was completely mortified when she told him about her relations with Stas. "You what him? No Emilie! No," he lamented. "You have to respect yourself or something like that," he said pressing a big kiss to the side of her head. "Some day a not nice, not mean man will make you very happy. Or perhaps a lady, it is your call."
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From: babalon |
Date: March 10th, 2011 10:50 pm (UTC) |
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Yev/Emilie
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"Nooo, I don't hate you, stupid." Emilie slapped his arm, having probably meant it as a shove, but she was leaning on him and drunk and-- yeah.
"Maybe, I should just kill myself noowwww," she said dramatically. "I'm in love with someone I HATE. I hate myself." She tightened her arms around Yev's waist. "I will never marry Doogie Howser like this!" She sighed, rubbing the side of her head, which had strangely become a little wet.
"But he's a gay, isn't he?"
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