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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 2:41:47 GMT -6
Oliver had his arms stretched above him as he walked down the steps wearing a shirt and his boxers. All the drama last night tired him and as soon as he hit the bed, he fell asleep. He went to the center of the room and sat down, his hands on his lap. "Hey."
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 2:43:33 GMT -6
"Hi, Oli," Arya sighed, trying to sound cheerful. She wanted to forget everything from last night, or have a conversation that did not include drama. Arya looked at Oliver, and blushed, coughing to collect herself, "Oliver- where are your pants?!"
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 2:56:37 GMT -6
"What?" he asked, confused why Arya was so flustered. Oliver looked down and remembered he only had his boxers on. "Oh," he said, "I left them on my bed. I feel more comfortable this way," he added. "If it bothers you, I can go get it," he said making a move to stand up.
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 2:58:00 GMT -6
"No.. no, it's alright," Arya tried to keep a straight face, her face still red. She tried to look at Oliver's face, but her eyes kept darting down to his boxers. She closed her eyes, then opened, looking up. "I know it's just pajamas..." Arya trailed off, "not a big deal..." she told herself in a whisper.
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 3:05:29 GMT -6
The scarlet in Arya's face didn't go away. In fact, it seems that it grew brighter. When Arya closed her eyes, Oliver shot her a big evil grin before slightly sliding down the chair so that his bottom would be on its edge and positioning his hands above his head. Oliver sighed and innocently said, "Ah. I love a warm fire on an afternoon."
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 3:13:21 GMT -6
"Yup, yup." Arya turned her head away so she wouldn't see Oliver and his antics. She tapped her fingers on the arm rest. "Fire's are nice. They keep you warm when you are cold, give you light when it's dark." She said flatly. "Except they make shadows scary."
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 3:19:44 GMT -6
"Well then," Oliver said before standing up, "a bigger fire would be very nice." He walked up in front of the fire place directly in the line of view of Arya and crouched ever so slowly, putting logs onto the flame.
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 3:23:02 GMT -6
"Oh my god, Oli!" Arya exclaimed, nearly falling over her chair. She stood up and turned around and started to laugh, "you are insane! Why do you do this to me!?" she shivered and jumped lightly. "
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 3:29:47 GMT -6
Oliver chuckled because he knew Arya wouldn't be able to take the sight of his boxers slowly riding up the back of his thighs. He turned around and looked at her with big innocent eyes. "Do what?" he asked, "what am I doing?" Oli took a couple steps and soon he was infront of Arya, who was now facing his stomach. "What?"
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 3:32:51 GMT -6
Arya pulled her hair, "augh!" she couldn't form any words, she shook her head. "Oliver! You know what I mean!" she giggled in frustration and turned around so she wouldn't face him again. "How do I put up with you!? Jeeez!"
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 3:38:25 GMT -6
Oliver's deep voice filled the common room with laughter. "You don't have to know," he said as he swooped down and wrapped his arms around her. He picked her up and sat down on the chair where she previuosly occupied and put her on his lap, "because you always have," he added seriously. "And I'm very grateful for that actually. Thanks," he finished with a whisper.
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 3:40:41 GMT -6
"Eek!" Arya exclaimed as Oliver picked her up, but it was nice to be picked up and set down on a seat. However... she wason his lap. And he was in boxers. Arya continued to blush. "You are my best friend, of course I am here for you," Arya smiled, then fidgeted her way from Oliver's lap and moved next to him.
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 3:48:11 GMT -6
Oliver smiled and layed his arm over Arya's shoulder. He sighed in contentment. Finally, he didn't have to carry his burdens alone. He pulled her close and planted a friendly kiss on her head. "So, how about your dress?"
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Post by Arya Rith on Mar 7, 2010 3:50:54 GMT -6
Arya smiled when he kissed her head and calmed down. "Uh, my dress? Still in the works... meaning uh, I still need to look for one," she twiddled her thumbs, "I'm in no rush though."
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Post by Oliver Lloyd on Mar 7, 2010 4:06:55 GMT -6
"What?" he asked her, shooting her an unbelieving face. "That's almost in a week! Come on you lazy butt, get up and get dressed, we have to buy you something now!" Oliver said as he pulled Arya up. "Meet me here in 2 minutes, I'll just get ready." He left without waiting for any response.
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