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Post by Eirene Auten on Dec 6, 2008 20:14:27 GMT -5
Eirene paused, then slowly said, "Noooooooo......"
Deimos took a moment to roll his eyes with aggravation. "You are so forgetful sometimes. About everything."
"Eirene!"
Another voice called for her before she could respond. It was one of her friends at the Ravenclaw table. "Oh, give me a second!"
Eirene returned her attention to her brother and his friend. "I'll meet you guys in a little while after I eat, okay?"
"Sure. We'll let you know where." Deimos nodded.
"Okay. Nice meeting you, Brin!" Eirene went over to her friends.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 6, 2008 20:22:53 GMT -5
Brindle watched Rene retreat to the Ravenclaw table for a moment, then turned her attention back to Dei. "Is she really that forgetful?" she asked. She couldn't imagine forgetting to eat. She knew what it was like when you were sick and didn't feel like it, but forgetting? She wondered if that was some inside joke that she wasn't privy to, but judging by the frustration in Dei's voice, somehow she didn't think so.
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 6, 2008 20:30:31 GMT -5
"As sad as it is, yes, she really is that forgetful." Dei drank the last of his drink and refilled his cup. "She has such a one-track mind, it's unbelievable. Like what she said about forgetting to eat while she reads or does homework or something."
He muttered, "She's my sister and I love her, but she's just as high-maintenance as I am."
Dei shook his head and gave Brin a quick grin. "Well, regardless, she's not here for the moment. Are you almost done eating?"
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 6, 2008 21:17:14 GMT -5
"Mhm," Brindle said with a nod. She looked back up from her plate at Dei and his grin sparked a smile on her own lips. She looked at him a moment before catching herself and glancing away again. She returned her gaze to him after a moment, but she told herself firmly this time not to stare, that he had to have noticed by now.
"Um, you're not really that high-maintenance, are you?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation going instead of being a verbal black hole.
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 6, 2008 21:19:52 GMT -5
Dei paused a moment, then replied, "Well, I, of course, don't think I am, but Rene insists on calling me that."
He rather liked it when she kept her eyes on him. Gave him a chance to look at hers after all, right? "What about you? Anyone in your family considered to be high-maintenance?"
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 6, 2008 21:36:25 GMT -5
Brindle laughed at that, a genuine laugh rather than a chuckle this time. Her already vivid eyes sparked with amusement at the question. "That'd be Markise--my brother," she clarified, since she wasn't sure she had mentioned him by name yet. "Well, I guess not so much now that he doesn't color his hair anymore." There was a possibility that she shouldn't have brought that up, but it wasn't like Brindle had said what color he dyed his hair, and she wouldn't be mentioning the makeup at all.
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 6, 2008 21:39:06 GMT -5
"Color his hair...?" Deimos gave her a curious look after a moment of staring at her at the sound of her laughter. "What, is he emo or goth or something?"
He was really rather quite confused right now. He wondered vaguely if he would be able to get along with her brother if he met him. He also wondered if he was quite as overprotective as he was of Rene.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 6, 2008 21:59:19 GMT -5
Brindle rolled her eyes, but chuckled all the same. She'd gotten some of that for her own hair, which was varying shades of blonde, pink, and dusky rose from where she'd tried to strip out the more vivid pink she'd had before.
"He's not emo or goth," she told Dei. "And even if he was, true goths and emos don't label themselves anyway." She said that last with a teasing quirk of her lips, only realizing after the moment was over that she thought she might have been flirting again.
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 6, 2008 22:21:17 GMT -5
Dei considered the last part of her statement, then nodded, "Okay, you have a good point. Then, what is he, if I might be so bold as to ask?"
He phrased the last part of his question with an answering quirk of his own lips and a raising of his eyebrow. She certainly had interesting hair herself, but it just seemed to fit her somewhat quirky personality, and so he took it in stride, only accepting it.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 6, 2008 22:33:05 GMT -5
Brindle's lips curved further at his question, and her eyes darted up from where she'd been looking at Dei's near-smile. "He's an individualist," Brindle answered, though she knew that was no answer at all. But really, how else could she answer such a complicated question in one word?
"And what are you?" she returned. "Since we're on the topic of labeling people right now."
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 7, 2008 16:14:08 GMT -5
"Individualist, huh?" Dei pretended to stroke a non-existant goatee with a smirk. "I myself am just me."
He grinned, leaning forward towards Brindle across the table. "Does that satisfy your curiosity as to my label?"
Then Dei added, "What about yourself, miss Brindle? Are you part of a label?"
((HAHA RHYME!))
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 7, 2008 20:29:15 GMT -5
Brindle smiled at his words, but all the same, she felt her heart quicken just a bit at the way he looked at her as he leaned toward her. She was so bad off right now. But he was so good-looking, and nice, and smart, and not condescending just because she was petite. But she shouldn't be thinking about that now, she should be answering his question!
"I'm undefinable," she said. "Consistently inconsistent." Her lips curved with her description of herself.
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 7, 2008 20:33:05 GMT -5
He laughed at her rather contradictory description. "Really? That's a rather amusing way to put it. In fact, I think I might remember that. Just so I can try and use it myself. Of course, " he raised an eyebrow yet again, "I shall always say that it has been copyrighted by the one and only Brindle."
He had to admit, she was definitely charming and quirky. He liked her. And the fact that she was petite and had wonderful eyes only served to strengthen his attraction to her.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 7, 2008 20:47:03 GMT -5
Brindle chuckled at his obvious flattery, though it sounded a lot like a light, tinkling laugh to her ears. She was acting like such a girl, and she couldn't seem to care enough to stop it. She'd been a tomboy for years, a rebellion against nature and everyone who'd ever patted her head and told her they'd take care of it, like she was some sort of flower. And yet, when Deimos offered his hand, she'd taken it gladly.
"I don't know if you could use it," Brindle said, teasing lightly. "You have to be pretty impulsive for something like that, and if you're all logical..." She rolled her eyes and shrugged as though it was terrible to have a firm grasp of logic.
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Post by Deimos Auten on Dec 7, 2008 20:51:24 GMT -5
"Hey, now. Logic is what wins battles. Whether of wits or brawn." He teasingly chatised her. "I shall have you know that I happen to have found that perfect center between when it's okay to be impulsive and when it's not."
Dei hesitated, remembering something, then frowned. "Well.... maybe not quite perfect."
He suddenly added, "Besides, impusiveness can be quite disastrous sometimes." Dei nodded sagely as if he knew what he was talking about and was quite the expert at it.
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