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Dec 20, 2009 22:14

Who: C.C., Bran
When: December 20th, evening
Where: The Library
What: First meetings, the curse of the mistletoe, C.C. being herself and Bran doesn't show how uncomfortable he is.
Rating: PG-ish

( Maybe three seconds is enough for my heart to quit it )

c.c., bran davies

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the_raven_boy December 21 2009, 06:42:50 UTC

Bran had about five cookbooks in his arms as he walked by the green haired girl in the Library. He was thumbing through the top one looking for Christmas recipes they might use for a Christmas Dinner. Will had invited Nanami along but he somehow doubted the girl he'd seen would bring anything so it was up to the boys and the cafeteria. He looked relieved at the table and set the books down before he noticed the girl sitting there. He took a moment to realize she had green hair and wore what appeared to be a straight jacket. That second bit was more unsettling than the first actually. "Ah, pardon me." He moved to pick his books back up. "I did not realise the table was already in use."

caged_graywitch December 21 2009, 18:51:11 UTC

"You're pardoned." She answered quickly. C.C. took a short glance at the boy. Whether or not she had company didn't matter much to her. She returned to the book of fairy tales. "It doesn't matter if you stay or go." The witch would pretend he wasn't there if he stayed until she needed some entertainment.

[Gah, I hate writer's block. :(]

the_raven_boy December 21 2009, 19:50:23 UTC

Bran hesitated, looking uncertainly at her sprawled out and reading comfortably. He finally took a breath and sat down. "Diolch thank you." He said politely, the Welsh thick in his voice. He set the cookbook open in front of himself off to the side so he wouldn't bother her, and eyed the spine of her book before returning his attention to his own work.

((I know the feeling

caged_graywitch December 22 2009, 04:08:38 UTC

"Interesting." She mumbled, low enough so that he wouldn't hear. That tongue and his accent sounded familiar to her. She heard it being used in her younger days, but not so much in the present day. The words served as a reminder of how old she was. She slouched in her seat and continued skimming through the pages. "Where are you from?" She didn't occur to her that she sounded rude.

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