WHO: Sıdıka (Turkey) and Andrei (Romania) WHEN: Sunday night, the 23rd. WHERE: At the park. WHAT: What was supposed to be a late stroll in the park turns into a coincidental reunion.
The indifference in his face annoyed her, and she wanted to shove him even harder as he merely looked on with apparent amusement. Was she doing something funny? Sidika scowled and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket, completely unimpressed with the height difference between them -- she hated being shorter than men (or boys in Andrei's case). And then the question he asked made her flinch.
"No, I didn't get dumped, dumbass." As if she's had anyone special in her life besides the perverts she danced for, and even then it can hardly be considered romantic when her relationship with them was to shake her ass really nice. Sidika frowned at Andrei for a moment, her eyes sharp and intense, scrutinizing his body language. There was no reason for an argument, even if their last crossing of paths ended up rather odd; some conspicuously missing Turkish artwork on her part, and a wallet on his. That is to say, he made off better than she did.
"I was having a peaceful moment. You," she pointed at him rudely, "... ruined it. And considering how you left me off last time, I don't really want to visit with you. Asshole."
hur this is manly enough I think5minutetheftFebruary 11 2011, 03:59:50 UTC
Andrei rubbed the back of his neck and lifelessly as he listened to him. Women really should learn how to control their pitch and their language. Things always become irritating around women with sharp tongues. "I'm surprised." He said frankly with a hint of a laugh creeping on the corner of his lips.
Her vigor was funny to him at least.
"No," He began as he paced to the side after feeling a bit restless, "You looked like you were freezing your ass off. And you can't possibly still be bitter about it, considering how you jacked my wallet." Then his eyebrows furrowed slightly, remembering how much effort it took to recover his driver's licence and such. Fucking inconvenient to the greatest.
"No, I didn't get dumped, dumbass." As if she's had anyone special in her life besides the perverts she danced for, and even then it can hardly be considered romantic when her relationship with them was to shake her ass really nice. Sidika frowned at Andrei for a moment, her eyes sharp and intense, scrutinizing his body language. There was no reason for an argument, even if their last crossing of paths ended up rather odd; some conspicuously missing Turkish artwork on her part, and a wallet on his. That is to say, he made off better than she did.
"I was having a peaceful moment. You," she pointed at him rudely, "... ruined it. And considering how you left me off last time, I don't really want to visit with you. Asshole."
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Her vigor was funny to him at least.
"No," He began as he paced to the side after feeling a bit restless, "You looked like you were freezing your ass off. And you can't possibly still be bitter about it, considering how you jacked my wallet." Then his eyebrows furrowed slightly, remembering how much effort it took to recover his driver's licence and such. Fucking inconvenient to the greatest.
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