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Doug's Crib - Tuesday 9pm

Jan 04, 2008 22:25

After a morning with Jordan, and an afternoon getting over our visit to see Ben--oh my GOD I hate cemeteries sooooo much, I hope you appreciated the freak out you caused mister--I was more or less put back together when Doug arrived back at his apartment some time after seven. He works mad hours. I don't know how he does it. He's always got a ( Read more... )

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drmurphyslaw January 5 2008, 07:07:23 UTC

Doug looked up, watching Danni with an alarmed expression. He hadn't done anything to bother her, had he? They were just watching television. It seemed innocent enough. "Sorry, did you want to talk? I thought, you know, you might be tired from hanging out all day with your sister." He smiled slightly. "But we don't have to watch tv if you don't want to." He sat up straighter, turning to face her. "Something bothering you?" He hated to see her so on edge.

laterbuttlix January 5 2008, 07:14:47 UTC

I stare at him, my mouth slightly hung open and to the right. Did he... Did he just brush me off? Or did he not hear what I asked him? Oh my god, not even Dorkian was this frustrating. And unnerving. I sit sideways on the couch and pull my legs up onto it, up against my chest. I wiggle my fluffy pink slippers at him as I rest my cheek on my knee. "Do you not like me? Is that it, Dougie?" I don't think that's it. I just... It has been a long day and I just cannot figure him out.

drmurphyslaw January 5 2008, 07:22:37 UTC

"What?" Doug stared. "I-I like you a lot, Danni. What's wrong?" Though he seemed to be addressing her slippers more than her face, his concern still shone through. He raised his eyes somewhat before remembering the low-cut shirt she was wearing and quickly glanced sideways.

laterbuttlix January 5 2008, 07:29:24 UTC

"Oh you do, do you?" I snap my tongue again. Damn it where's my gum? I frown as he tries to look up at me, stops at my boobs, and drops his eyes again. What the hell is wrong with him? I fold my legs in front of me and point a finger at him. "That right there! That's what's wrong." I narrow my gaze on him. "I wore this shirt so you'd stare at them, Doug. That's why girls wear little scraps of clothing. And if they ever tell you otherwise, they're lying."

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