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"Aren't boys supposed to have superior hand-eye co-ordination?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at him in disappointment. She digs her toes into the edge of the hand-me down leather couch in Ellen's New York Apartment. You see, there's this guy and truth be told, he's not anything like any of the guys she's been with. He's not rough and mean, or floaty and ethereal - he's...just a guy. Except, he's the furthest thing from 'just a guy' that she's ever known; for the past couple of weeks she's had trouble taking her eyes off him. Kaye Fierch has got it bad. If only she knew what 'it' was.
Her moment of insult costs her dearly and her onscreen character joins the ranks of the dead, following after Ichigo's. She tosses the controller aside in disgust, sighing loudly.
"This isn't exactly showing you New York."
Her moment of insult costs her dearly and her onscreen character joins the ranks of the dead, following after Ichigo's. She tosses the controller aside in disgust, sighing loudly.
"This isn't exactly showing you New York."