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Post by Galileo Figaro on Mar 31, 2009 16:40:15 GMT -5
Galileo was feeling cheerful.
It had pretty much been a great day so far in the young man's life. He had spent the better part of the day enjoying every moment he possible could with his beloved Bad-Arsed Babe, even venturing outside to enjoy the warmth of the unusually nice weather they had been having lately. Putting it bluntly, he spent the day feeling like he was walking on cloud nine.
He was now headed towards the bar, to possibly have a quick drink with his friends then head back to his room to possibly spent even more "quality time" with Scaramouche.
As he walked down the slightly dim tunnel, Galileo would cast a nod or a small wave to the fellow Bohemians that he passed by, pausing to have a small conversation with Big Macca about a new song he was currently working on then continuing his trek down the hall.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 1, 2009 10:03:09 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out an annoyed sigh a she hurried down the tunnel after Galileo.
They had just come back inside after a nice day aboveground, but it still seemed like the young man ahead of her forgot about how much shorter her legs where than his and how difficult it was for her to keep up at the best of times.
She grinned and sped up slightly when she noticed that Gaz had stopped for a moment to have a conversation with Big Macca, hoping she would have time to catch up to him but her grin morphed quickly into a frown when he started walking forward once again.
" Hey, Mouche." Big Macca called as she shoved by him, not bothering to return his greeting.
" Oy! Oy!" she shouted at Galileo's retreating back, huffing slightly as she tried to keep up. "Gazza, will you just slow down, will you?!"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Apr 1, 2009 11:03:05 GMT -5
" Oy! Oy! Gazza, will you just slow down, will you?!"
Galileo winced slightly and turned to find himself staring at Scaramouche as she hurried towards him in her familiar shuffling step with a heavy frown on her face. Some boyfriend he was, almost forgetting completely about her in his haste to get to the bar.
As he waited patiently for her to catch up to him, he couldn't help but think that, even with the angry frown on her face, Scaramouche still looked heartbreakingly beautiful. He loved the way her dark brown eyes seemed to have a certain fire in them, a fire that was currently red hot with annoyance. He loved her constantly tangled purple hair, her pale tiny hands, calloused and rough from guitar playing yet strangely soft and comforting at the same time, her shorter than average legs which he thought were cute though she hated them, he even loved all her snappy mannerisms and harsh, sarcastic comments, though they often tore him to shreds.
Hell, he wouldn't change a thing about her.
He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and looked down at the gritty floor of the hallway for a few moments, scuffing the ground with the toe of his boot before looking back up and casting the Bad-Arsed Babe a small grin.
" H-hey, b-b-baby." he said, quickly snapping his mouth shut and mentally cursing his stutter. He let out a small nervous chuckle.
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 1, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
Scaramouche quickly scurried up to Galileo, who at least had the decency to finally stop and wait for her. Once she reached him, she leaned against the wall to catch her breath, taking in his hands that where shoved in his jean pockets and the nervous grin playing at his lips.
" H-hey, b-b-baby."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, straightening up and crossing her arms over her chest to glare at him.
" Oh don't you h-h-h-hey b-b-baby me." she growled, mocking his stutter to perfection. " Didn't you hear me following you? Or were you too busy off in your little Dreamer world?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Apr 1, 2009 17:16:10 GMT -5
" Oh don't you h-h-h-hey b-b-baby me."
Galileo blinked, feeling a slight jolt of hurt course though him at the way Scaramouche mocked his stutter. He thought she had long since gotten past making fun of his little speech impediment that only really arose now when ever he was nervous. The bitter, mocking edge to her voice truly hurt him, but the only reply he could think of was a very soft spoken " Sorry."
"Didn't you hear me following you? Or were you too busy off in your little Dreamer world?"
Now it was his turn to frown. Yes, he tended be be daydreaming quite a bit during the day, but he was the Dreamer, wasn't that what he was suppose to do?
He quickly took his hands out of his pockets and drew himself to his full height, he easily towered over the tiny purple haired rebel, and clenched his hands into fists so tight that his knuckles turned even whiter than his gothic pale complexion.
" Well sorry, babe!" he retorted, spatting the last word directly in her face. " But I am the Dreamer and well... well... dreaming is what I'm meant to do!"
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Post by Scaramouche on Apr 14, 2009 9:46:41 GMT -5
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes and stood even taller, her fists clenched at her sides when Galileo leaned in on her, a sharp glare on his face.
" Well sorry, babe!" he spat at her and she reached up to brush a timy bit of spit off her cheek " But I am the Dreamer and well... well... dreaming is what I'm meant to do!"
"Oh wow, the Dreamer is meant to dream?!" she snorted, waving her hands in front of her. "How long did it take for you to come up with that little tid bit of information?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on May 21, 2009 9:23:01 GMT -5
Galileo stood there, gaping for a few moments, looking like an overgrown version of the goldfish he used to own when he was a kid as he tried to come up with a snappy retort. But honestly... he couldn't. He always hated when Scaramouche would throw out some of her worst comments on his direction, it nearly tore his self esteme to bits.
He blinked with hurt and turned to walk away but not before turning to face her and growling in a low voice.
" You know, sometimes I really hate you... you stuck-up, snippy little bitch."
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 13, 2009 12:35:38 GMT -5
" You know, sometimes I really hate you... you stuck-up, snippy little bitch."
Scaramouche blinked in shock but quickly masked the look with a sneering face. She wouldn't give up that easily.
" Wow, stuck-up, snippy bitch. I never heard that one before!" she crowed, placing her hands on her hips and cocking them to one side, throwing all her weight onto her left foot.
She suddenly, stalked forward like a lioness closing in her her prey, a seductive, sultry look on her face. " You honestly don't hate me that much, not if what you did last night says anything about it." she purred, leaning in on him, brushing her body up against his. She knew all to well that the young man wouldn't be able to resist.
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