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Post by Mustapha on Dec 20, 2008 22:50:20 GMT -5
Mustapha rolled her head back and saw an upside down Galileo. She smirked and blushed slightly remembering how out of it he was when Scaramouche stopped...'getting jiggy with it'
"Hey gaz... ermm... hope I didn't interrupt anything earlier...?" She tried to fake obliviousness to the earlier situation.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 21, 2008 16:37:15 GMT -5
Galileo heard Scaramouche's loud burst of laughter as it carried back towards him in the wind. He was reminded of their earlier doings before the interruption.
"It's nice to see you finally showed up! What's up with whole hiding the shadows thing though? You're acting like Charlotte!"
Galileo allowed his gaze to linger slightly on her form, taking in her current stance. He loved it when she thrust her hips to one side, putting all her weight on one leg. It was one of her habits that she just couldn't break. He smiled at her reference to one of their fellow bohemians and stepped forward, raising one of his arms to take her hand.
"I didn't want to intrude," he stated simply, pressing a light kiss to her temple. He turned to look at Mustapha as she spoke, making her presence known to him.
"Hey Gaz... ermm... hope I didn't interrupt anything earlier...?"
Galileo cleared his throat umcomfortablely, suddenly finding his shoes interesting. Unable to meet anyones eye and feeling the heat radiate from his face he spoke to the floor.
"No you uhh... didn't interrupt anything..." he gave a small nervous laugh and looked quickly at his Bad Arsed Babe. "Right Scaramouche?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 21, 2008 17:10:16 GMT -5
Scaramouche smiled at Galileo as a walked over to her and took her hand. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and squeezed his hand gently.
"I didn't want to intrude,"
She raised her eyebrows slightly at that statement.
" Well, aren't you Mr. Politeness now!" she snorted, giving him a shove on the arm but letting his lips graze her temple. She smiled up at him then blinked in slight confusion when he blushed deep red and looked down at his feet. It seemed like she had missed Mustapha's remark.
"No you uhh... didn't interrupt anything..." he was mumbling softly, letting out a single cough and still showing huge interest in his shoes. Her smile faded away and she felt her own cheeks heat up when she realized what he was talking about.
"Right Scaramouche?"
Scaramouche let out a laugh and ran her hand through her hair, wincing slightly when her fingers tangled in the knots.
" Oh no... no nothing at all!" she said in a high voice, not making eye contact with the younger girl in front of them.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 21, 2008 17:34:46 GMT -5
Oh no...no, nothing at all!"
Mustapha raised an eyebrow at this, she was certainly a virgin but it didn't mean she didn't know snogging and shagging when she saw it... there were plenty of examples around at the heartbreak to be honest.
But she decided to let them off the hook this time, no use in getting a lecture on what they were doing, it was bad enough the first time.
"Oh alright then..." She mumbled, starting to walk back to the entrance, rubbing her forehead and wincing slightly.
She smiled slyly and stuck up her fringe for the bruise for the others to see.
She turned back to Scaramouche and gaz, "But let this be a warning to you!" She yelled pointing to the large purple spot on her forehead. She giggled slightly before leaving the other two alone ouside the heartbreak, underneath the tree.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 21, 2008 17:50:02 GMT -5
Scaramouche blinked in confusion and glanced up at Galileo when Mustapha just began walking away and headed back inside. Was she really going to leave just like that, no questions, no long rant about how she could have been mentally scarred for life from what she saw. This was completely out of character for Mustapha.
"But let this be a warning to you!"
She squinted slightly to see what Mustapha was pointing at then her eyes widened she she spotted the large bruise on her forehead. It was even darker than before.
" Mustapha!" Scaramouche called, stepping away from Galileo and heading over to the pink haired girl. Once she was in front of her, she pushed aside her thick fringe to take a better look at the bruise.
" You should put something on that." she ordered, grabbing Mustapha by her arm and dragging her into the tunnel. Pausing, she spun around and called out to Galileo, who was still standing under the tree.
" Oi Gazza! Get inside will you! Or would you rather stick it out here for the rest of the night?"
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 21, 2008 18:30:36 GMT -5
Scaramouche had begun dragging her inside, hardly even waiting for Gaz to catch up. She sat her up on the bar and pressed a piece of ice lightly onto the purple patch.
Mustapha shivered at the touch of the freezing block against the fragile piece of skin.
"Ah...cold cold cold cold cold!" She mumbled, shaking her hands up and down in slight frustration and discomfort.
Then Galileo walked in and joined them.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 21, 2008 18:35:15 GMT -5
" Oh stop fussing!" Scaramouche sighed, using her free hand to swat Mustapha's away. " You're acting like a baby!"
She continued to press the block of ice on the bruise, lifting it once in while to check her forehead.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 21, 2008 18:49:31 GMT -5
Mustapha pouted. "Well you weren't the one to fall out of a tree..." She muttered under her breath. She smirked at galileo, who was still acting awkward and finding his shoes fascinating.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 22, 2008 10:31:46 GMT -5
"Well, aren't you Mr. Politeness now!"
Felt himself flush at Scaramouche's reprimand, her snort making him lowly his head bashfully. He looked up again, surveying her from under his long fringe, fighting the laugh that bubbled at the back of his throat. Her voice had become unnaturally high. He let out a low chuckle at her evasive tactics. She was just as bad as him sometimes.
His gaze flickered back to Mustapha as she disappeared towards the Heartbreak, catching the remark she threw over her shoulder. He felt Scaramouche's absence as she trotted off with the young bohemian. He watched them go, wondering how things could go from one extreme to the other in such a short space of time. Hearing Scaramouche's call to him, he moved from his current position and followed them inside, catching snippets of their conversation.
He glanced up. Scaramouche was tending to Mustapha's injury, playing the mother hen role to perfection. He couldn't help but wonder what a great mother she would be.
Reining in his wayward train of thoughts he glanced at the young girl, taken aback by her smirk. Strange... he thought. Still he said nothing, watching the pair in front of him, half listening to their conversation.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 22, 2008 16:33:05 GMT -5
Scaramouche rolled her eyes. She had heard what Mustapha had muttered under her breath.
" Well, maybe I was smart enough not to go climbing the tree in the first place!" she retorted, lifting the ice to check on her bruise once more. It seemed like the swelling had gone down and the bruise wasn't as dark as it was before so she took off the ice and threw it out.
" There." she said stepping back. " Now don't go falling out of anymore trees okay?"
Scaramouche walked away from Mustapha and stood next to Galileo. She reached out and gripped his hand.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 22, 2008 17:20:29 GMT -5
Mustapha pouted again, she liked climbing trees despite the injuries they brought, it was the one place in the heart break where she could sit and think, let her imagination run wild without being interrupted by drunken bohemians who forgot where they were. Not ever her own room provided that security anymore.
Sliding of the barstool, she kneeled down and checked her reflection in the ole that ran around the edge of the bar. She saw the bruise wasn't as big as before but still big enough to be noticed. She just hoped no one would scruffle her hair like ey normally did.
"So..." Mustapha said, still realising how awkward the situation was now that all the fuss was over.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 23, 2008 11:48:42 GMT -5
Scaramouche coughed slightly and glanced over at Galileo then at Mustapha. The silence was extremely awkward, and frankly... she wasn't that comfortable with uncomfortable silences.
" Well Phapha, it's been real... but it is still nighttime so..." she let her voice trail away lamely. She tugged on Galileo's hand and gave him a look that clearly stated, "Say something or you will be sleeping on the floor!"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 23, 2008 13:20:14 GMT -5
Galileo allowed Scaramouche's fingers to link through his. He gave it a short squeeze as the uncomfortable silence decended upon the threesome. He cleared his throat slightly, looking from one to the other, hoping someone would speak up. He didn't particularly like it when some of the younger and newer bohemians gaped at him like he was a monkey in a zoo of decided to play Twenty Questions with him. He found it uncomfortable at times.
Mustapha's voice broke through his train of thoughts. "So..."
"So..." he repeated, scratching the top of his head with his free hand, glancing back to Scaramouche and meeting her gaze.
"Well Phapha, it's been real... but it is still nighttime so..."
Her look collided with his. He cleared his throat again before turning back to the young bohemian that stood before them.
"Yeah... It's getting late... we... you know..." he trailed off giving a forced laugh. He tried again. "You gonna be okay with... you know..." he gestured towards her bruise with his free hand, suddenly feeling guilty for the being the cause of something like that.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 23, 2008 20:57:31 GMT -5
Gaz had asked if she would be okay then pointed to the bump on her forhead. She thought for a second and saqw thew guilt on their faces. It wasn't really their fault, if anything, it was the lousy grip on her shoes.
"Er...yes...." She said quietly looking at the ratty converses and cursed them silently.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 23, 2008 21:16:40 GMT -5
Scaramouche continued to glance between Galileo and Mustapha until the pink haired girl glanced down at her shoes and mumbled that she would be okay.
" Okay... good!" she said nodding and beginning to back away towards the door, dragging Galileo by his arm.
" Well Phapha, we are going to go back to bed and maybe, it would be the smart thing for you to do that too." she instructed as they left the room.
Once she and Galileo where out in the dark tunnel, the purple haired Bohemian girl turned to the young man next to her and asked in a low voice.
" Are you really tired?"
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