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Jun 27, 2016 21:19:10 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 27, 2016 21:19:10 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]A six inch foot stool with her five-three frame was still only barely tall enough to comfortably reach the top shelves of the vinyl section, but she was managing. Sunday night meant the lounge had been packed right up to the early close, leaving them barely enough time to clean up after regular hours, let alone after the last stragglers wandered out. And before that, they'd had a small horde of record enthusiast-wannabes going through what felt like the whole inventory, and not putting much back, from the music section proper to the alcove tucked into one side of the cafe-lounge, where she currently worked. At least it was still fun to look at all the record covers, and reorganizing had gotten her into a bit of a proper mood for tidying up in general, which would be needed shortly.
Of course, she knew Ace wasn't going to be on board for her evening plans. Mostly because she had, at his request in the first place, had these very plans three days this week previous, and she had let him worm his way out of them each time. And not that cleaning out the attic was how she wanted to spend her Sunday night either, but if she didn't put her foot down it would probably go uncompleted for months.
She had her ways of making sure things got done, at least. So, she just waited for Ace to get done back in the kitchen, or wherever he'd wandered off to, standing on the stool with a dwindling stack of records tucked under her arm as she arranged them back into the stacks and storage crates on the higher shelves. She was guessing that's where they came from, anyway. There weren't any other empty spots. CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400] [newclass=.peachtext]color:#252525;padding:17px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;background:#ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtext b]color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachbox]padding:7px;overflow:hidden;height:55px;border-bottom:1px solid #f3f3f3;[/newclass] [newclass=.peaches]background-image:url(http://i.imgbox.com/1vTeiND2.png);padding:20px;background-size:100% 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea]width:240px;padding-top:10px;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong]font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;transition:all .3s linear[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a:hover]margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea b]font-family:arial !important;font-weight:bold !important;color:#F9E2C6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag]margin-top:-15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag a]font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#aeaeae !important;[/newclass]
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Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 28, 2016 3:11:51 GMT
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He had counted off the cash register and placed the money into the safe, then proceeded into the kitchen. And boy, was the kitchen a mess. There were stains nearly everywhere he looked, the trash bin was filled to the brim. And so, here he was now, scrubbing down the counters and walls of the kitchen. It took him a while, about half an hour or more, to get the kitchen looking somewhat spotless.
Once most of the work was done and the shop looked clean enough, Ace emerged from the kitchen. His hair slightly damp from accidentally spilling some soapy water on himself. He hoped Lettie didn't question that. The dishes were cleaned and the tables were all set to go, now all that was left to do was get Lettie and go to bed. He really, really hoped she forgot about cleaning the attic and was in a tired state like he was. Did he want to move a giant piano? Not really. Ace had managed to convince Lettie to drop the cleaning project multiple times that week. A kiss here and some cuddling there and she had forgotten about it pretty quickly.
Wandering up beside Lettie, he hovered above her and leaned his head on her shoulder. "Almost finished with the records? I'm tired, sweaty and I just wanna get to bed." Ace said with a grin. Quietly he hoped that she didn't bring up cleaning the attic. He wasn't sure if he could worm his way out of doing it this time, Lettie would never let him get away with things more than three times in a row.
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Jun 28, 2016 15:38:16 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 28, 2016 15:38:16 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]If she had forgotten about cleaning the attic, it was only because she allowed it. His dorkiness tended to win him some slack in that regard, and letting him have his way of things for a little bit was always more amusing in the long run anyway. Even if he wasn't quite as clueless as he used to be when they first started dating, he was still far too susceptible to teasing for his own good. A fact she definitely wasn't above exploiting.
She smelled the soap first and cast a curious glance his way, smirking a bit as he rested his head on his shoulder. Which brought the soap smell right to her. "Yeah, almost." She turned her head slightly toward him. Mhmm, coming from his hair, the dampness cool against her shoulder and the thin fabric of her blouse. She could only imagine how he had managed that. ". . . Do you sweat Palmolive now? How did you manage that?" she asked with a soft laugh, setting the last of the records on the shelf but not stepping from the stool yet. It brought her a bit closer to his height, but he still had several inches.
"And we still have business to attend to this evening, in case you've forgotten," Lettie noted lightly, ducking her head against his briefly and ending up getting another hit of the soap. She promptly pulled back with another soft sound of amusement. He just had some amazing way of always getting into things, didn't he? CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400] [newclass=.peachtext]color:#252525;padding:17px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;background:#ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtext b]color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachbox]padding:7px;overflow:hidden;height:55px;border-bottom:1px solid #f3f3f3;[/newclass] [newclass=.peaches]background-image:url(http://i.imgbox.com/1vTeiND2.png);padding:20px;background-size:100% 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea]width:240px;padding-top:10px;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong]font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;transition:all .3s linear[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a:hover]margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea b]font-family:arial !important;font-weight:bold !important;color:#F9E2C6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag]margin-top:-15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag a]font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#aeaeae !important;[/newclass]
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I'm a wreck and I know it
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Jun 28, 2016 16:20:19 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 28, 2016 16:20:19 GMT
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Well, there was no hiding it from her now. "Well... I dropped a towel on the floor, bent down to pick it up and as I came up I might or might not have knocked over a bucket of soapy water. And it might have spilled on my head." Ace explained, eyes darting back down to her. Even on the stool she stood on, Ace stood several inches above her still. At this height, she probably would have noticed that his hair was a little damp.
And then Lettie brought up the thing Ace hoped she didn't bring up. Opting to play dumb, Ace stared down at her with a clueless expression and blinked. "Umm... Well, I cleaned up the kitchen, counted off the register. So... is that business a new Netflix series?" He hoped that he could slip his way out of cleaning the attic again. Ace knew that Lettie knew he knew what she was talking about, but that didn't stop him from trying to dork-talk his way out of it. But if the dork-talking didn't work, then Ace knew he was doomed for.
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Jun 28, 2016 16:41:07 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 28, 2016 16:41:07 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]Towel dropped on the floor, and yeah, she could already see where the story was going, and yeah, it was still wicked amounts of amusing. He really, overall, had not changed that much since the short time she'd gotten to know him in high school. And it was always a treat. As the short recount reached its end she turned on the stool to face him, failing a bit at stifling laughter and still more at how his gaze darted away. "Ooh, might have?" she asked with mock sympathy, ruffling his damp hair and more giggles breaking free at the mess that made of it.
Her expression sobered a bit as he - poorly, she might add - tried to dodge the attic again, meeting the clueless look with a rather unimpressed one. He had dork-talked his last this week, but she had a feeling he already knew that. It only meant he was going to squirm about it a bit more, which was just fine to her.
"No, no babe. That business would be the attic you've put off three times this week already, even though you're the one who told me to remind you in the first place." She leaned toward him slightly, brow raised. "Do you remember that? 'Hey, Lettie, make me clean the attic later, okay?'" Her arms raised at her sides in a well here I am gesture and then dropped idly to her hips as she waited for his next attempt at gaining freedom. CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400] [newclass=.peachtext]color:#252525;padding:17px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;background:#ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtext b]color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachbox]padding:7px;overflow:hidden;height:55px;border-bottom:1px solid #f3f3f3;[/newclass] [newclass=.peaches]background-image:url(http://i.imgbox.com/1vTeiND2.png);padding:20px;background-size:100% 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea]width:240px;padding-top:10px;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong]font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;transition:all .3s linear[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a:hover]margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea b]font-family:arial !important;font-weight:bold !important;color:#F9E2C6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag]margin-top:-15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag a]font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#aeaeae !important;[/newclass]
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Jun 28, 2016 17:26:36 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 28, 2016 17:26:36 GMT
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"Okay, but hear me out here." Ace said, taking a step back towards her and wrapping his arms around her, locking his hands behind her back and idly swaying side to side. "We do the attic tomorrow, and tonight we just lay in bed watching TV until we fall asleep? Personally, I think that's a much better idea than disturbing the dust bunnies up there. Let them live another day." His cheeky little grin hopefully didn't fail him now. He really, really didn't want to touch any of the things up there. The grand piano that his mother owned was so big. It was either going to be a headache, a backache, or both, for Ace if he moved it tonight.
"Come on, you know Netflix is a much better idea." In one last attempt, he lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers and stared down at her with bright green eyes. "I promise I'll get to it tomorrow. After a good night's rest, a shower and some breakfast, I'll march right up there and start cleaning."
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Jun 28, 2016 18:10:52 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 28, 2016 18:10:52 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]Oh, it was laughable, it really was, but she'd let it play out as long as it suited her plans. She hummed in consideration, swiveling slightly on her heel, brow furrowed and nose just a little scrunched. ". . . Pretty sure you were sober." Plenty of sleep and no alcohol, as if Ace in any sort of altered state would dare suggest cleaning to her. Though if he were drunk he might find something of factual significance about soap to regale her with.
She nodded graciously at the request to hear him out, letting herself be swayed a little and even looking like she might, for a moment, be considering this alternate plan of his. Really, who didn't like a little bit of binge watching before bed? Especially with this company? So she made a show of nodding along a little and threading her arms up around him so her wrists lay crossed at the back of his neck and bit her lip slightly in thought.
The grin was a good shot, but she had already made her mind up.
Her arms stretching out languidly behind him as he came even closer to rest his head against hers, his attempt at a compromise sounded just lovely in theory but utterly unconvincing for someone who had actually lived with him for more than five minutes. "Mmm that does sound like a really great plan," she admitted with a groan, looking torn for one more moment before sighing and making a little clicking 'tsk' in the side of her mouth. "But we both know that's just not how it's gonna happen." She started to pull her arms back. "See, you're gonna get up in the morning. And then, not let us get up, for another good hour, hour and a half? Until you're almost late for, what? Piano lessons you have scheduled? . . . Yeah, that's it. And then you're gonna be like 'oh darn, there's just no time for the attic this morning. Remind me later.'" A couple of consolatory pats on his chest. "I know this, because that's how it happened the last three times."
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Jun 28, 2016 22:13:28 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 28, 2016 22:13:28 GMT
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She thought about it for a moment, or at least Ace thought she did. His features lit up for a moment when Lettie said it sounded like a great plan. But the tsk noise crushed whatever hope was left. She pulled away, leaving Ace looking devastated. He was so close to getting out of this. So, so close. At least in his mind Ace was almost homefree. "But this time --" He started to say. Then she brought up the other times he said he was going to clean the attic, and the excuses that got him out of that then. "Okay, true, but this time I promise you." One last futile attempt, but it seemed like Lettie already made up her mind. A few pats on the chest later, she hopped off the stool and slipped out of his grip.
Well, she forced his hand, it was time for the pout. Even though deep down, he knew that a simple puppy pout wouldn't break her, it was all he had left. Ace looked after her as she slipped away with a pout, taking a step after her. "One more day. Just one more, then I'll get to it." Ace said again, attempting to take her hand. "It was a long day, after a good night's rest I'll be ready to tackle whatever's up there."
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Jun 28, 2016 22:44:22 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 28, 2016 22:44:22 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]A very not-composed giggle escaped her at the sight of the dreaded pout. It really was the kind of look a person would want to give in to, but under the current circumstances it just read as adorably desperate. He really just did not want to man up and deal with the attic tonight, did he? It was like a kid and spinach, or something. She could argue, though, that she was trying to at least make it a little bit fun. For her, anyway. But usually that meant he was enjoying things despite himself, too. In any case, definitely more interesting than spinach.
When he stepped toward her she took another step away, and when he reached to take her hand, she hopped back another couple of steps away from his grasp. Then, for good measure, and to maybe start something (it would probably surprise most of their friends to know that she was really the more low key and cautious of the two) she slid another few steps over to put one of the couches between them. If he wanted to keep this line of begging up he was going to have to come after her for it. If he bit. If he didn't he was coming up to the attic anyway.
"You're going to make me promises you don't plan to keep?" she asked with teasingly feigned hurt. "It's always going to be 'one more day.' It's not going to get any less dusty up there." She trailed a hand along the top of the couch cushions and swayed a bit. In a more clearly teasing tone, ". . . It's really a bad precedent to set, if you think about it. If you put this off, what else are you going to put off?" CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400] [newclass=.peachtext]color:#252525;padding:17px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;background:#ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtext b]color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachbox]padding:7px;overflow:hidden;height:55px;border-bottom:1px solid #f3f3f3;[/newclass] [newclass=.peaches]background-image:url(http://i.imgbox.com/1vTeiND2.png);padding:20px;background-size:100% 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea]width:240px;padding-top:10px;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong]font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;transition:all .3s linear[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a:hover]margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea b]font-family:arial !important;font-weight:bold !important;color:#F9E2C6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag]margin-top:-15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag a]font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#aeaeae !important;[/newclass]
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Jun 29, 2016 21:14:16 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 29, 2016 21:14:16 GMT
[attr="class","bg"] [attr="class","bodybackground"] [attr="class","textbox"] [attr="class","linkeru2"] museAce really didn't want to deal with the dust up in the attic. He frowned slightly when she stepped away from him, even going as far to take some more steps away and put one of the couches between them. Now he was staring her down from the opposite side, hands resting on the armrest and slowly a grin started to form on his face. Oh, she wanted to do it this way, did she?
He slowly started to take a step towards her. "I'm not gonna put it off any longer... after tomorrow. You know I keep my promises when they matter, killing dust bunnies doesn't really matter right now, right?" He always kept his promises, about important things anyway. Whether it was to take Lettie out after a long day at work or to call ahead to place a reservation at a restaurant they were going to with friends, he kept something like that. Cleaning the attic though? That wasn't nearly as important as getting to bed right now. But he somehow found enough energy in himself to keep playing cat and mouse with Lettie though.
Another idea came to mind as he slowly took another step towards her from the side of the couch. "What if I added a pillow fight to the Netflix offer, would that change your mind at all? You know you wanna make the score even." Ace offered, smiling at her as he held eye contact with her, his green eyes having a mischievous glint through his glasses. He hoped that she didn't realize he was slowly inching his way towards her. Last time they had a pillow fight he had won. Lettie kept saying that he had 'cheated' by using his powers, but there weren't any rules set prior to the fight so technically, it was fair game to use powers.
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Jun 29, 2016 21:56:16 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 29, 2016 21:56:16 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]There was that grin again. It probably shouldn't have been this fun, meeting his stare with a guileless one of her own and mentally noting his step closer, but choosing not to move yet. But it was, in the way any little mundane thing developed meaning with the right person.
"But what if you leave them so long they mutate into little killer dust rabbits? With rabies?" she asked, twisting absently on her heel, hands clasped behind her back. Of course she could count on him for the big stuff. He'd even managed to overcome some of his original forgetfulness since they had gotten together. That didn't free him up from the teasing though, nothing would.
Another step closer to her, and it was almost time to move. The pillow fight drew a small smile out of her that simmered to a slightly accusing squint. "Not before we set more ground rules, since you clearly can't be trusted to play fairly. And that might take me some time." She could murder him in a pillow fight under regular circumstances, but against telekinesis? With his silly little "I didn't mean to" and "it was a reflex" excuses? Meant she had to resort to tricks as well, and honestly while demolishing his concentration with fluster tactics was all great fun, it wasn't that practical when you were under a hail of pillows.
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Jun 29, 2016 22:58:38 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 29, 2016 22:58:38 GMT
[attr="class","bg"] [attr="class","bodybackground"] [attr="class","textbox"] [attr="class","linkeru2"] muse"Unless we've been hiding a radiation barrel of slime up there, I don't think the dust bunnies are gonna kill us if we leave them one more day." Ace added. She kept her distance, unfortunately noting the steps that he took towards her and taking a few steps of her own backwards. It was a dance between them at this point, the two continuing to circle around the couch. With every step he took towards her, she took another away from him. It was only a matter of time though before Ace got the upper hand, or he slipped up and let her get away. Both were possible.
He stuck his tongue out at her slightly as he started taking quicker paced steps towards her. For a small person, Lettie could easily beat him in a pillow fight. No one would really guess that either. He stood a good foot above her and yet she could bring him down within a couple of minutes with a pillow in her hands. The past few times a pillow fight had erupted between the two, Ace had no choice but to use his powers and get a little bit of an advantage. "But it was reflexes? Won't happen again." That was a blatant lie, it would happen again.
"If we're gonna set rules, then you shouldn't be allowed to that thing you do in a fight. You know, the little teasing thing you do." Ace said, pointing finger at her. "That's not fair either." It didn't matter what they were doing, Lettie always found a way to make him flustered. Maybe that was partially his fault for being easily flustered, but she loved to exploit that part of him when it benefited her. That's how it usually went when they were with friends too, he could rarely fluster her in public and get his revenge on her. And when he was able to get his sweet revenge, it was usually when he was dead tired or drunk, meaning Ace didn't remember a single thing he did to make her embarrassed.
His eyes stayed glue to hers and he thought he saw a opening in her pattern. Ace leaned forward on the couch and tried to grab her hand. The game of cat and mouse had to end eventually, and Ace hoped it ended with the two of them sleeping in bed and not in the attic.
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Jun 29, 2016 23:44:48 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jun 29, 2016 23:44:48 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]Around they went, and all the while Lettie kept mindful of where the she was in relation to the doorway that led to the staircase up to the apartment. As for Ace, she was pretty sure he was just keeping mindful of her, which was just the way she needed it. The boy was far more intelligent than her on an IQ level, that she was quick to admit and even brag about on his behalf on occasion, but she still had him beat in little games like this. Most of the time. He could be surprising - but she was pretty sure she had this one.
She smirked, with a little what are you going to do about it? head tilt when he stuck his tongue out at her. He quickened his pace and she fluidly danced back around the couch from him. At the back of the couch again, and if she turned around it was a straight shot to the doorway. He paused to speak and she lingered there, looking utterly offended at his suggestion. Yes, it was far too easy to get him flustered - she would never forget the first time, after they were already dating, that she had outright admitted to finding something about him attractive and his face had turned to approximate color of a stop sign. It really didn't take much with him.
"Oh, oh so we're equating a little bit of joking around and compliments with super powers now, are we?" She shook her head, so very appalled, leaning forward on the back of the couch. "Well, in that case, just on principle, you shouldn't be allowed that little smirk of yours. Or that one smug look you do, with the eyes, that's out too." Not that either usually helped him in pillow fights, but they definitely weren't fair in the grand scheme of things.
He might have caught her if her reaction time was a little worse, and if she wasn't small and quick and keeping an eye on him. When his arm darted toward her she jump-skipped several steps back from the couch, the doorway still across the room directly behind her. "Oh, close. Wanna try again?" CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400] [newclass=.peachtext]color:#252525;padding:17px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;background:#ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtext b]color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachbox]padding:7px;overflow:hidden;height:55px;border-bottom:1px solid #f3f3f3;[/newclass] [newclass=.peaches]background-image:url(http://i.imgbox.com/1vTeiND2.png);padding:20px;background-size:100% 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea]width:240px;padding-top:10px;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong]font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:lobster;font-size:14px;color:#e3e3e3 !important;transition:all .3s linear[/newclass] [newclass=.peachsong a:hover]margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtea b]font-family:arial !important;font-weight:bold !important;color:#F9E2C6 !important;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag]margin-top:-15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#B4CDD4;[/newclass] [newclass=.peachtag a]font-family:tahoma;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#aeaeae !important;[/newclass]
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Jun 30, 2016 23:57:19 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jun 30, 2016 23:57:19 GMT
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"What smirk? What smug look? You can't possibly think I'm capable of such faces." He retorted, smirking with the same smirk she was talking about. There was something about little moments like this that Ace just loved. The bantering between them, the little games, just everything about them, and her, made him extremely happy on the inside. This girl was just something, and Ace was so glad that she was his. Their friends would sometimes tease them and say they acted like they had been married for years. Deep down, Ace would admit that they're right. But would he ever say that out loud? No. He was too easily flustered to admit something like that to friends. Even their friends got some amusement out of teasing him. One of these days he'd get his revenge on them and Lettie. One day.
Her taunt was successful and Ace moved around the front of the couch. "You're in so much trouble when I get my hands on you." Ace warned, slowly stepping towards her but then suddenly lunging forward and attempting to grab her once again. Would she escape him, which was very possible, he'd chase her wherever she went.
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 1, 2016 21:41:34 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"] [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]"Incorrigible," she declared, pointing briefly at the predicted smirk, "that's what we call people like you."
One of the most fun parts of these little games for her was just that this was a side of Ace the general populace wasn't privy to. Most of the time, and especially when they were around other people, Ace was innocent, conservative, tame, and at times still unbelievably clueless. In regards to himself, anyway - he was a lot better at noticing things when it was between other parties. And she found all that adorable, she really did, and she'd never complain. It provided half the avenues for teasing him, after all, because he made it so easy and he could never get back at her right away.
But put him in a room with just her, in the right circumstances, and this side came out. And it was fun. "Pics or it didn't happen," "no one they know would likely believe he was capable" kind of fun. It was a little like being the only one in on a really great secret.
He started to move around the couch, but again she held off on moving just yet, wearing a smile to just dare him forward. She was poised to go, though, weight every so slightly shifting to jump back - which she proceeded to do the second he lunged forward. "Guess I'll just have to keep them off me, then," she tossed over her shoulder as she turned to bolt for the stairs. He could probably catch up to her easily in the simple foot race, but she had a head start and momentum for the moment. She sprinted across the shop and through the curtains that partitioned the stairwell to the apartment, flicking off the downstairs lights as she went.
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