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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 11:01:40 GMT -4
Sarah rolled her eyes as Samson got up to get Hunter a drink, reaching to take a bite of the sandwich (Samson may have been a hyper, over excitable idiot, but he was one hell of a cook and made the best sandwiches ever) before wiping her hands on his jeans. "If by right on time you mean three and a half hours late, then yes, I suppose you are."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 17, 2008 11:04:19 GMT -4
Looking momentarily confused, Hunter quickly gave another wave of her hand in the air, as if dismissing the accusations that she could possibly be that late. "Oh come on, it's only like.. something o'clock. And I told that boy, he had to take me home, so I could come here. But then I got sick, in the bushes? I'm sorry, I'll clean it up. Samson made me come into the house."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 11:07:05 GMT -4
Sarah shook her head as Samson came back with a glass of apple juice. "It's alright. The rain tonight will wash it away. But you are rather late, Hunter. Not that I expected any better. You're always late." She gave her a rare half smile.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 17, 2008 11:10:31 GMT -4
"Oh, uhm! Like that song? Day late, dollar short? They wrote that for me, I bet. It's totally about me," Hunter chimed enthusiastically, reaching over to take the glass of apple juice when it was brought into the room; chugging it down in just a few seconds, before shoving the empty glass back at Samson.
"I don't want it to rain, it'll ruin my sweater.. I want my sweater back.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 11:14:25 GMT -4
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Well you shouldn't have left it at the ravine, now, should you. And I assume you left it there. Are you crashing here tonight?"
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Post by Tatum Donnelly on Oct 17, 2008 23:39:15 GMT -4
Hunter pouted, but nodded her head slowly. "Guess not, huh? I really liked that sweater, I bought it with Ophi.. it was a nice sweater, Ophi liked my sweater, too. It was brown! And warm," the blonde whined, as she reached behind her and scooped up Samson's sweater at the mention of warmth. She wrapped it around her shoulders, but didn't actually pull it on. "Do you want me to crash here tonight? I can totally do that, we can like.. have a sleep over."
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Post by Johnny Wainwright on Oct 18, 2008 23:03:31 GMT -4
Sarah said nothing to the story of Hunters sweater, instead moving to pull Hunter into the couch cushions, sighing. "Well you might as well. We'll just go apartment hunting from here in the morning."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 19, 2008 6:23:13 GMT -4
"Can we go sweater hunting instead? I really want a new sweater.. a different color this time," she suggested, leaning into the cushions as she was pulled down against them, head flopping unceremoniously to Sarah's shoulder. "Can we bring Ophi? She like, picks.. the best sweaters ever, I'm dead seriously."
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Post by Ophelia Wainwright on Oct 19, 2008 23:52:07 GMT -4
"We can take Ophelia, but we are not going tomorrow. We need to find a place to live. Your parents kicked you out, remember? And you can't sleep on my parents couch forever."She gently stroked Hunters hair.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 19, 2008 23:56:23 GMT -4
"Oh," Hunter replied dully, dropping the subject pretty quickly once she was distracted by Sarah playing with her hair, giving the other woman one of her rather goofy smiles in response. "That feels nice."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 20, 2008 10:34:29 GMT -4
Sarah smiled, fingers moving over Hunters scalp. "I know it feels good. That's why I'm doing it."she stated.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 20, 2008 10:41:48 GMT -4
"It's kinda making me sleepy," she added, fond smile still on her lips, as she nuzzled her face against Sarah's shoulder further, feeling much warmer and more comfortable than she had been feeling just a few minutes earlier. "I'm glad you came home, Samson wouldn't snuggle with me."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 20, 2008 23:48:13 GMT -4
"You're a lot like a cat, Hunter, did you know that? Liking to be pet, you sort of purr..." Sarah trailed off, smiling.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 20, 2008 23:58:48 GMT -4
"I purr? When do I purr?" Hunter asked, quite confused, as she lifted her head up some to peer at Sarah, blood shot eyes and blurry gaze fixed on her. "I'm like a puppy, I think. Big and cute."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 21:48:38 GMT -4
Sarah pondered that a moment. "I could see it, I suppose. Like one of those big, sort of stunned sheep dogs from Newfoundland. Yeah." She grinned.
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