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Post by Mustapha on Mar 30, 2009 0:11:58 GMT -5
"Cabbage head... actually, I quite like it..." Mustapha smirked, leaning in at Marley's ear, "miss cabbage." She giggled in a whisper. "Black in the fringe though sounds quite rockin'... just be careful, you could be called rotten cabbage head or something. We bohemians are nice like that." Mustapha smirked, looking at her hands that were covered neatly in green. "if you're cabbage head does that make me cabbage hands?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 31, 2009 9:50:07 GMT -5
Marley gave a very unladylike snort as she laughed. " I guess so!" she giggled, her shoulders shaking from uncontrolled laughter.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 31, 2009 23:52:13 GMT -5
(just have to say I adore your new banner and icon ) Mustapha pouted but quickly swapped it for a smirk. "Well if you're getting new clothes..." she mumbled before quickly planting her hands on the front of Marley's old denim skirt, making her look like she had been grabbed by some randy bohemian. Mustapha pressed the urge to giggle but gave in, falling back off the box and rolling around in a fit of laughter.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 1, 2009 9:11:21 GMT -5
( Why thank you! ) Marley laughed even harder, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Wellllll, Phapha! If you're into that sort of thing, you should have just said so!" she said, winking at her.
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 2, 2009 2:07:26 GMT -5
Mustapha winked back, "I would have but I'm afraid its not very private and Scaramouche would've got me one!" She giggled, looking at her hands for a minute and then slapping her on her own bum. "Now we match." She nodded with a smirk and then placed her hands on her chest. "Just for good measure..." She added before looking down, "Seems I need a new outfit, no?" She laughed, looking at her old tattered shorts and grey tshirt.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 3, 2009 11:00:25 GMT -5
Marley furrowed her brow.
" Well, you current outfit is very rock'n'roll... but I think you can go for something a tad more sophisticated. I mean, you're almost 16 years old!" she said, nodding at her, but being careful not to move too much of her still wet with dye hair though.
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 3, 2009 15:29:15 GMT -5
"wow sixteen..." Mustapha exclaimed, being almost three years know since she became bohemian, "say is it true that when you're sixteen around here that the older girl's make you... er... Charlotte called it 'getting jiggy with it'?" Mustapha asked, squinting.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 4, 2009 9:27:37 GMT -5
Marley let out a dry laugh, feeling her face flush slightly. She wouldn't go saying this directly to Mustapha's face, but she had "gotten jiggy with it" way before her 16th birthday.
" Ummm.... yeah." she said slowly "But you don't have to be sixteen, honey. Scara would probably want you to wait... not that it's really her decision but..."
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 5, 2009 4:41:17 GMT -5
Mustapha's eyes widened. "Oooh... I see... so I'm guessing you did it when you were younger than fifteen?" Mustapha laughed, walking over to search a pile, "I mean, otherwise you wouldn't have that look on your face." She began digging around the piles, looking for anything relatively similar to her normal clothes, to keep things simple. "Either way, I don't see myself shagging for a while. There are hardly any guys down here my age and those that are, are either reeeeeeeeeeeally stupid or horny." She shrugged.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 6, 2009 9:17:27 GMT -5
Marley let out another dry laugh, silently wishing the flaming colour of her cheeks would die down.
" Ummm.... yeah." she mumbled bashfully, standing up to walking over to dig through another pile of clothes in order to hide her embarassment. She blinked when she spotted a tutu kind of like Cheeky Fairy's, but it was black and it didn't have all the candy rappers and rubbish stuck in it. And it wasn't so... poofy.
" What do you think of this?" she called over to Mustapha, picking up the tutu and holding it in front of her.
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 6, 2009 15:40:01 GMT -5
Mustapha smirked when she saw the shade of pink in Marley's cheeks rise. Satisfied she began to walked through the clothing pile, kicking up clothing as she went.
She turned when she heard Marley talk and saw her holding up a black tutu. "Wow..." She muttered walking over and staring at it carefully, not daring to take it with her green hands. "Looks great!" She smiled with approval at Marley but then looked back down and saw a little tag on the inside with a 'c' on it. "Well this either belonged to a very young charlotte or cheeky fairy." She laughed.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 7, 2009 9:57:16 GMT -5
Marley grinned, feeling slightly relieved that the topic of the conversation was off of her sex life.
" So, is it a yes for the tutu?" she asked, before turning around and continuing to dig through the piles of clothing, still gripping the the tutu tightly in her hand.
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 7, 2009 15:53:04 GMT -5
"It's a yes." Mustapha grinned. She pointed to a box, "put it on there please, I've got cabbage hands." She laughed. Wandering over to a pile of shirts she spotted another grey singlet, only this one wasn't as ripped and had some black squiggles on it. "woah..." She smirked and held it up against her body loosely so as not to stain it, it was a little baggy but hopefully she would grow.
"Hey, do you think I'd grow into this? I mean, will I be taller soon or will I be a short arse?" She asked quite somberly
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 9, 2009 9:19:27 GMT -5
Marley nodded and went to place the shirt on the bow Mustapha had indicated. She turned around when she heard the bassist speak up and found her holding up a grey singlet with black swirling patterns on it. She smirked slightly when the younger girl questioned her own height and felt glad that she stood at a tall, but not too tall height of 5'10.
" No, I don't think you'll be a short arse. I mean, Scara's already taken that category." she pointed out, bending down to scoop up a pair of red plaid shorts and holding them up for Mustapha to see. "How about these shorts?"
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Post by Mustapha on Apr 9, 2009 15:59:51 GMT -5
Mustapha smirked at Marley's comment but in her head she was cheering and doing a little victory dance. She turned at Marley's voice again and found her holding up a pair of shorts not unlike her own. "Oooh... you got some eagle eye for good clothing..." She laughed, looking from her own shorts to the ones Marley was holding. "Good job," She smiled, taking it from Marley gently now that her hands were dried. The box was slowly being occupied by little bits of clothing.
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