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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 1:06:09 GMT -5
She flushed at the wording of his comment. "Uh...right," she choked out and found a pair of old baggy jeans, a worn out belt, and a plain green t-shirt. She slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, changing quickly before stepping out and pulling her heals on. "What did you do with the clothes I had picked out last night? I really would like my sneakers back," she asked as she reached into her school bag for her wallet and cell phone.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 1:25:41 GMT -5
"You won't be needing your wallet." Mansor told her. "The clothes I pick are far out of your buying range." He took her elbow and led her down the stairs. "Your clothes are in the car and those sneakers as you call them are far too old to be called shoes. I'll buy you a new pair." He lead her down the road to where he'd parked his car. "Let's make you a princess!"
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 1:27:26 GMT -5
She made a face of pain and confusion as she was lead to his car. "...Are you bisexual or something?" she questioned. "I mean...Don't most guys...I don't know...avoid shopping at all costs?" She got in when he unlocked it and stuff and buckled up.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 1:38:23 GMT -5
Mansor laughed. "I'm not attracted to men." He smiled. "I was brought up in a well-off family. Appearances were everything, besides I like fashion." He started the car and did a u-turn before heading in the direction of the shops.
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 1:41:48 GMT -5
She hummed and slunk in her seat, crossing her arms and watching the lights go by. Her stomach growled at some point, and she pulled her wallet out (she'd brought it anyways, just in case) and counted how much she had. She didn't see any mall around, so she looked for something cheap. "Hey, at the next McDonald's or Burger King or something, mind stopping?" she asked. "I haven't eaten." All day, come to think of it, she thought, recalling her leaving her lunch in the fridge that morning while rushing to get ready to trek to the bus. "How long do you think we'll be out?" she asked a moment later. "How old are you...? I mean...You don't call closets closets so...Are you like...1000 or something?"
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 2:00:46 GMT -5
"We can stop sure, I'm a tad hungry too. I'm English, we call closets wardrobes. Heard of 'the Lion the witch and the wardrobe'? Age wise? I'm not particularly sure. If I tried I think I could figure it out. I was born in... the 1700's from memory." He pulled into the Burger King. "I prefer BK to McDonalds." He explained getting out of the car.
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 2:03:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, hated reading it in school," she mumbled and got out with him. "And I have no preference." She found her hoodie and yanked it out of his car before following him inside. She pulled it on while she looked at the menu to figure out waht she could afford.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 2:08:12 GMT -5
Mansor looked around the restaurant. At a quick glance there was no one worth bothering with for blood so he turned his attention to the menu. He hardly noticed the stares he got from the women in the restaurant, by now he was used to the adoring looks he was given. "What do you want? My shout. A master should always look after his pet after all." He grinned at her devilishly.
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 2:11:18 GMT -5
"I can pay for my food since I'm the only one eating it...unless your kind eats regular food," she mumbled, wincing. The woman in front of them was a very loud thinking. Crystal closed her eyes and counted to ten, focusing all her energy on Mansor, who she couldn't hear. Without thinking she moved closer to him, wanting to be consumed in his silent thoughts. She rested her head on his arm, closing her eyes as she focused.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 2:19:31 GMT -5
"We do in fact." Mansor explained wrapping an arm around her waist. "Personally I love food. Can't live without it." They moved up the que.
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 2:21:44 GMT -5
Crystal looked up at him in surprise. And it dawned on her. If he was eating regular food, didn't that mean he was hungry? Why not drink from her like the other night? She didn't feel sick or light-headed, so he couldn't have taken that much blood...Right? SHe flushed at these thoughts and mumbled what she'd like, requesting he make it a large in everything. She remained tucked in his side, loving how nice and relaxing it was to have her own head there, instead of a few louder others and the quiet murmurs of many more.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 2:27:36 GMT -5
Mansor placed their order when they were up the front and handed money over to the starry-eyed girl at the counter. His fangs ached with the need for fresh blood. He'd wait till Crytal was in bed before venturing out for a taste. after a few moments the starry-eyed girl brought their order and Mansor picked it up before leading Crystal over to a wall where not many people were sitting. "So its annoy right? Your telepathy?"
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 2:30:00 GMT -5
Crystal nodded as she dug around for her burger, pulling it out and unwrapping it very quickly before taking a big bite. She swallowed and took a sip of her soda. "It's very annoying...And sort of useless. I can only hear humans, and not even all of them...About 80 percent of them I hear..." she mumbled as she continued to wolf down her food.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 29, 2009 3:27:16 GMT -5
Mansor watched her as he slowly ate his own burger. "80 percent could be 80 percent too much." He mused.
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Post by Milk on Aug 29, 2009 12:54:47 GMT -5
She nodded as she moved on to her fries, having ate her burger in record timing. She nibbled on one fry before looking up at him. "Why'd you ask?" she wondered, scratching her head. Was he just getting to know her, or was there something else? A woman that was in the Burger King sauntered slowly over towards their area. She paused a few tables down, but Crystal's head was in hers. The woman's eyes were on their table, and the woman was sizing up Crystal. And then she decided Crystal was either a 'childhood friend' or 'sibling.' The woman pretended to be interested in the posters behind the table she was lingering around, before walking back over and adjusting her stance to something 'sexy and inviting.' She smiled at Mansor. "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked, voice 'alluring.' Crystal was shoveling fries down her throat to get out of this woman's head, and the woman was daydreaming a lot of different things. One of which nearly made Crystal choke with surprise. Needing to get really out of her head, Crystal gulped her soda down and quickly stood to get a refill, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment.
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