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Offline Seragil

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Re: Pulling an All-Nighter
« Reply #15 on: May 06, 2019, 11:12:59 PM »
Seeing Astrid blush made Siobhán  blush harder and the slight fluttering in her stomach turned into a storm of butterflies. Suddenly feeling flustered and a little overwhelmed by her emotions and her flash-fire attraction for Astrid she quickly turned away and headed for the lounge/dinning room. "How about we sit in the kitchen? I'll go grab a chair so we can talk while I cook for us?" She asked from over her shoulder as she placed the tea and pastry on the kitchen island counter

She mentally cringed at her attempt of acting normal, she sounded like a damn ninny and yet as she walked into the lounge room she noticed she was walking with an added swing and sashay to her steps. What in the name of Hades was she fucking doing?

"So how long have you lived here?" she asked as she picked up a dinning chair to carry back to the kitchen, only to realize she was going to need one for herself as well. Shit maybe the lounge would have been better, but then Astrid would have been left to sit by herself to twiddle her thumbs in a strangers house as she cooked in the kitchen, this whole situation was becoming more awkward by the second. Her lips twitched with amusement as she looked at Astrid, hoping her guest found the scenario just as awkwardly amusing. She flicked her eyes to the other chairs then back to Astrid; her Aunts always said nothing made a quest feel at home like putting them to work. "You wanna grab the other one?" she asked a little sheepishly



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Re: Pulling an All-Nighter
« Reply #16 on: May 07, 2019, 12:25:01 AM »
Don't stare.  She reminded herself as Siobhán walked into the lounge to get a chair.  Still have that syllabus to write...  She did, however, watch Siobhán move in spite of herself, thinking about how it would be to dance with her.  Or draw her.  Nevermind the fact that they had literally just met.  The question snapped her out of the daydream and she was grateful for the distraction.

"About three months now, I guess?"  She watched Siobhán's indecision as she answered.  It was cute.  Astrid couldn't help but laugh and crossed over to a corner of the room to plop down her backpack so it would be out of the way. 

"Yeah, sure, absolutely!"  She did a quick jog over to the chair and brought it into the kitchen, setting it down a polite distance away from the other chair.  The jacket that she had put back on for ease of transport took its place at the back of the chair before she sat down. 

"How about you, how long have you been living here?"