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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 9, 2006 23:36:14 GMT -5
"Yes...or you could go in yellow for all i care...but really i don't like yellow" he said half seriously. "You and green however, are a second match made in heaven" he said putting his finger on her nose.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 9, 2006 23:43:02 GMT -5
"Hmmm, well you will never catch me in yellow," she said, kissing him. "But I think I can come up with something green... and you'll have to wait until the ball to see it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 14:36:37 GMT -5
"Good, because secretly i hate the colour yellow." he said smiling. un wrapping himself from her to make his hair in to a wonderful mess. he pulled a slim cig, out of his pocket and lit it as he walked down the hall.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 14:45:30 GMT -5
"And where do you think you're going?" she said, laughing. She walked down the hall after him. "We don't have to get ready for this thing right away..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 15:26:37 GMT -5
"But Vincent takes hours to get his mess just right. I figure if i have to go to a ball, i should do it right!" he said laughing taking his cig. and blowing smoke rings . "that took me forever to learn that." he said laughing.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 22:18:31 GMT -5
"Well, I don't want to you be like that self-centered Auror, I just want you to be yourself." She smiled wickedly at him. "I can think of better ways to pass the time before the ball than by messing with your hair and blowing smoke rings..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 22:52:02 GMT -5
"Gasp! what could this mean?!" he said dramtically dropping his coffin nail to the floor. which he had to scoop up before it burned the floor. "what do you have in mind? should i get rope and shackles?" he said moving his eye brows up and down.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 23:07:51 GMT -5
She looked thoughtful. "Hmm. Maybe later." She grabbed him by the arms and pulled him into the bedroom...
((Uh... I think we should leave it right there...))
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 10, 2006 23:11:05 GMT -5
"Meep! which is not like Eeek as that is far too girly" he said as he was dragged.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 11, 2006 1:28:02 GMT -5
Isabella laughed and closed the door behind them.
((and now we should leave it there...))
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