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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2008 13:07:02 GMT -5
Michael couldn't help but smile at that, it was so different from the idea of Markise liking Dare that it didn't really matter. "My lips are sealed," he said, still smiling. "Who was Amber?" he asked, the name clicking in his mind. Markise had mentioned it down in that corridor, and he really didn't remember it being said in a very positive light. Who had the girl been to get such a negative reaction out of both siblings? Dare had never mentioned the name...had he? Michael didn't remember an Amber ever being mentioned.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 27, 2008 13:13:13 GMT -5
Brindle's nose wrinkled. "The big X," she replied. "The kind of girl who can string along a nice guy for six months, then dump him when he doesn't give her what she wants. So basically a stereotypical man with..." Brindle raised her hands in a gesture regarding the parts in question, then looked back down at the toe of her boot before flicking an apologetic glance up at Michael. "No offense."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2008 13:20:11 GMT -5
Michael shook his head, "None taken." He hadn't known that Dare had had a bad relationship in the past, and he felt for him. But he wasn't going to bring it up, not unless Dare said something about her. "I surely hope neither of you think I'm going to do that." Considering he didn't want anything Dare wasn't willing to give, Michael couldn't think of anything that would make someone think that, but if she was what they had to compare him to...
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 27, 2008 13:32:57 GMT -5
"Dare's the one with the divination skills," Brindle replied with a light shrug. She looked up from her boots to Michael again, giving him the same appraising look she'd given him when she'd first found out about him and Dare, albeit without the stunned surprise. "You don't look like the type, anyway. Amber was one of those who tried too hard to look like she wasn't trying." Michael, on the other hand, looked like a relic of 90's grunge, only...cleaner. "I don't know you well enough to judge," Brindle said, stretching onto her toes in an attempt to see if she could reach a low-hanging branch. "Markise acts like he has, but he hasn't. He just doesn't know how to get you to like him."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2008 13:43:38 GMT -5
Michael looked away from Brindle, shifting his weight on one foot. "He just..." he sighed, not really knowing how to say it. "I don't know, I get aggravated really easy and well..." he trailed off. His hands curled in his pockets as he remembered everything that Markise had asked. However he looked at it, he couldn't figure out a way to make those questions appropriate.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 27, 2008 13:50:07 GMT -5
"And he's a little too to-the-point?" Brindle guessed. "It runs in the family," she said with a shrug. Brindle managed to touch the branch she'd been reaching for, then, satisfied, she lowered flat on her feet again and tugged her shirt lightly into place. She didn't know what else to say about Markise that wasn't too much, so she decided to wait and see what else Michael had to say. There was so much that Brindle could tell him, that she'd love to be able to talk about with someone, but she didn't want to just talk at Michael, make him listen to her secondhand woes.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2008 13:57:51 GMT -5
Michael wrinkled his nose and looked back up at Brindle. Emilian was a little too to-the-point. His eyes widened momentarily as he imagined what it would be like should Markise and Emilian ever get together in the same room to talk about Dare and Michael. He didn't like that idea at all. He didn't know what else to say on that point, so feel into a momentary silence as he thought back on their conversation. "Dare showed me a picture of you and him at that dance," he said, glad to find something to say, even if it wasn't really productive.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 27, 2008 22:16:12 GMT -5
Brindle smiled widely, her vivid blue eyes glittering. "That was so much fun," she said, more than a little flattered at the idea that Dare still had a picture. "He told me to hold still for the picture, because we were going to try to get it like a Muggle picture, and then he kept trying to make me laugh." Brindle sighed happily with the memory. She liked Dare so much. Brin looked down at her boots and toed the leaves again, uncovering a small rock, which she then prodded lightly. "He makes you laugh, right?" she asked Michael idly.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2008 22:34:13 GMT -5
Michael smiled softly and nodded, "More than I ever have." It didn't take much to qualify for that, but it meant a lot, he couldn't remember ever being nearly as happy as he was with Dare, even considering his other relationships. "From what I remember of the picture, he did make you laugh." He really didn't remember much other than Dare from the picture, but he did remember enough about the girl at his side to talk about it.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 27, 2008 22:44:09 GMT -5
Brindle nodded, her lips curving. "He did," she admitted. "But I made him laugh too, so we were even." She was glad to hear that Dare made Michael laugh. She couldn't imagine Dare not being able to joke and tease the way he did. It just wouldn't be right. "Do you make him laugh?" Brindle asked next, pushing her boot against the rock until it lifted at the edge. "I don't mean that chuckle," she clarified. "I mean a real laugh. You ever get that?" It was easy to make Dare chuckle, but he'd only ever laughed once in a while, it seemed.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 27, 2008 22:50:47 GMT -5
Michael grinned and nodded, his eyes sparkling with the memory of them in the kitchen that day, laughing about carrots. He shook his head, still grinning, "Yes, I do. I love hearing him laugh." He turned his eyes away from Brindle, though he was very glad to have someone to talk to about it. It occurred to him that he hadn't had anyone, Emilian didn't count, to talk to about the relationship, or even just about Dare. "Why? Is it supposed to be hard to get?"
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 27, 2008 22:56:50 GMT -5
Brindle blinked and looked up from her rock, surprised. "It was," she said. She wondered if Dare had changed, or if Michael was really that good for him. Her head inclined lightly as she looked at Michael yet again. He didn't look funny. Now that she'd talked to him, he looked like the tortured artist type maybe, definitely a romantic, but funny? Hm. You never could tell just by looking, could you? "You two are really close, then," Brindle asked idly. She gave up on her rock and started practicing again, slowly, still listening to Michael, but needing the motion.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2008 12:16:39 GMT -5
It was the same thing that Markise had asked, but it seemed so different when Brindle said it. So he nodded, "Yes, we are." He licked his lips, feeling compelled to say that he loved Dare, but had he said that to anyone other than Dare? No, and it didn't feel right to say it, so he kept his mouth shut on it and searched for something else, then failed miserably as his mind refused to do anything other than think about the next time he would see Dare.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Oct 28, 2008 12:28:47 GMT -5
"I'm glad for you then," Brindle said. She had to be happy for them. It was a loss for the rest of the world Dare finally being tied down, a loss for her, but she'd never stood a chance anyway. Brindle was silent a few moments, letting her thoughts simmer for her practicing, then asked, "So what are you into? I mean, hobbies and stuff? Do you have any?" She paused a moment, then went on. "I hope you don't feel like you're being interviewed. I'm just curious. If you're close to Dare and all." He was, so she wanted to make friends with him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 28, 2008 13:16:23 GMT -5
"It's fine," Michael said, shrugging lightly. "I draw, I don't think I'm as good as Dare is, though." He was good, but Dare had a certain flair to his work, something that made it more. Michael's were just letting his emotions flow, not anything he thought that he could make money off of, nothing he wanted to make money off of, it was just like a journal.
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