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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 16:25:59 GMT -5
Remiel walked along with Angel, having noticed that she had, what looked like to him, been lost in thought, and decided to just enjoy the silence around him. He began thinking up ways of trying to bring up the topic he wanted to ask her about, but in doing so, no matter what, it'd always bring up the event that had caused things to happen. He knew it was still a sore subject for him, so he figured it must be for Angel to, and he didn't want to upset her. Since he hadn't been paying attention he almost ran into Angel when she suddenly stopped in front of him and was surprised when she randomly hugged him. He wasn't sure what had happened within the walk to have her do that, but he was happily surprised. His heart beat picked up slightly at her touch for a moment and he didn't even hesitate in wrapping his arms around her also and hugging her back. The hug was probably just a tad tighter than needed to be, but the idea of seemingly having lost her for a while was still in his mind. He smiled with a small happy sigh, just happy and content to have her there, in his arms.
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 16:46:33 GMT -5
For a few moments, they simply stood like that, neither speaking. Then Angel tilted her head back and rested her chin on his chest. She gave him a small smile, then ducked out of his arms. “So, want to race?” she asked. “I bet I can beat you to your apartment.” They were only a couple of blocks from the building it was located in.
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 17:24:54 GMT -5
Remiel smiled down at Angel when she looked up at him and dropped his arms when she ducked out of them. He listened to her idea of something to do and couldn't help but to laugh slightly. "You. Beat me? Impossible. If you hadn't noticed, my legs are much longer than your's, shortie," he teased her slightly with a smile. "But I shall accept your challenge!" he said before suddenly getting in a crouched position to run. "Beat you there!" he called out with a laugh as he suddenly took off, running for his apartment. He grinned as he ran, loving the feeling of it. He soon reached his apartment and touched it first, managing to say," I won," in between his breathing, which had picked up a bit from running. It wasn't a gloating 'I won' though, he was just merely stating that he had.
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 17:41:10 GMT -5
“I did manage to outrun you from headquarters,” Angel pointed out, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t use the height excuse with Eowyn,” she added with a smirk. “She’s won races against you how many times now?” She was so distracted blathering that when he suddenly crouched and took off, she was unprepared. She cussed and ran after him, coming up behind him only a couple of seconds later. “Arse,” she informed him mildly, leaning against his door as she caught her breath.
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 17:53:21 GMT -5
Remiel chuckled at he response to him winning and smirked. "Oh I'm not that bad. Deep down you know you love-" he cut himself off by quickly clearing his throat, realizing what he was about to say, even if it had been a joke. He quickly unlocked his apartment, assuming she wanted to go in since she wanted to race there, and walked in, leaving the door open for Angel to follow. His apartment was mostly clean, with just a few things out of place here and there. He quickly grew a habit of keeping everything fairly clean after watching his Uncle Erik's neat-freakness over the years. He wandered into the kitchen to get himself to drink. "You want something, Ang?" he called out from his small kitchen area as he got himself something to drink.
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 18:08:00 GMT -5
Angel glanced at Remiel when he suddenly stopped himself, giving him an odd look. She knew what he was about to say and didn’t see any harm in it. If he’d just finished his sentence, she would have said something like,’In your dreams.’ Of course she loved him. Otherwise she would never put up with him. She followed him in and sat herself on the back of his couch, watching him in the kitchen. “Sure, whatever you’re having,” she answered, then fell backward. She lay there, half on and half off the couch, and kicked her feet in the air.
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 18:25:54 GMT -5
Since Remiel'd had blood with his breakfast this morning he decided on having some juice instead. While he was pouring himself a glass of grape juice, since that was what ha jut happened to have in his fridge atm, and poured Angel a glass as well when he heard her reply. He turned around and walked to the living room and laughed slightly at Angel's position on the couch. He handed Angel placed Angel's juice on the table in front of her, than taking a sip of his, and setting his next to her's. He then sat down on the back of the couch, his feet hanging off the back, before falling backwards so he was now in the same position as Angel. After a moment of silence he suddenly thought of something. "You know...it's gonna be pretty hard to drink those while we're upside-down," he said, pointing to the drinks in front of him.
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 18:35:17 GMT -5
“Should’ve put straws in them,” Angel retorted. She straightened her legs so she was in more of an L shape and moved her feet as though walking across the ceiling. “I wish I had some of those new sticky socks they invented,” she commented. “You know, the ones that let a person walk on walls and ceilings.”
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 18:43:29 GMT -5
"Darn. Knew there was something I forgot. I even had those fun curly stews too," Remiel said, actually having been thinking about it before, but he had forgotten about it when he got the drinks. At her question he thought about he sock subject for a moment before replying. "Yeah, I remember those. They are pretty wicked," he said, using one of the many words that had caught on over the years from his mother using it. "Hey, you know with those socks what you'd be like? A spy. Cuz those socks remind me of how spies use sticky boots like that."
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 19:03:45 GMT -5
“Aw man,” Angel pouted over the straws, though she didn’t really care one way or the other. “Yeah, like that. Only the socks are supposed to work better because they’re lighter, so they can stick longer. I wonder if we have any of those boots lying around. I’m totally going to look. I can think of some pretty interesting uses for them.” She winked at him.
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 19:37:33 GMT -5
"I can get up and get the straws if you want?" Remiel offered, willing to do anything for Angel. At her comment about spies and such he laughed. "I'm sure we do, or something similar to it anyways. I mean, we do have a lot of pretty cool equipment." He then suddenly decided to bring about the subject that he'd been wanting to talk about. He leaned over to the opposite side of Angel until he was half on the couch and half off the arm of it and then he moved so he was sitting normally on the couch. "So um...there's kinda something that...that I wanted to ask you. You know...while we're not around everyone else" he said quietly, looking down at his hands as his thumbs twiddled idly as he spoke, not being able to look up at her as he asked.
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 19:59:32 GMT -5
“Meh, no need,” Angel shrugged at his offer. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll check the armory first. I don’t know why I never thought of this before.” She glanced at him when he moved, and her spine went tense at the change of tone. Don’t be stupid, she scolded herself. You knew he was going to want to talk eventually. She turned her back on him as she rolled her bum and legs over the front of the couch, giving her time to school her expression. “Yeah?” she asked as she put her head on the opposite armrest. Normally she would have stuck her feet in his face just to annoy him, but this wasn’t the time. So she curled them up behind herself and lay staring at the two glasses of juice.
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 20:24:28 GMT -5
Remiel simply sat there for a moment staring down at his hands, thinking of what exactly he was going to say in his mind before speaking it. After a short moment he finally spoke. "So...I've been thinking about the day we all woke up and wel...I've sorta been wondering why...why you kissed me," he asked, speaking the last part very quietly as his cheeks tinged slightly red as he thought about the kiss again. This question had been in his mind since that day, but he just couldn't tans not knowing anymore. He had his mother's curiosity, so it was hard for him not to ask about certain things sometimes, including this subject. He still kept his head down, feeling slightly embarrassed about asking her that question, but he really wanted to know.
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Post by spazzyprincess on Apr 9, 2011 20:46:20 GMT -5
Angel’s neck, ears, and cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink that made her look feverish. She stared at the coffee table, not really seeing it. It had been one thing to resolve in her head that she wouldn’t hide from her feelings anymore, but it was quite another to say that aloud. She struggled with herself for a few minutes, then sat up to look at him. “I had a lot of time to think, when I was a ghost,” she started. “I know now that I wasn’t really dead, but not then. One time I asked myself if I could go back and change one thing about my life, what would it have been?” She stopped there and looked at her hands. “My answer was that I would have, I would have…” She couldn’t figure out how to say it. “I-I would have kissed you back, on the beach.”
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Post by Apple on Apr 9, 2011 21:37:40 GMT -5
When Remiel didn't hear her speak at first he decided to look up, to try and see what her reaction to his question was. When he saw how red her face and cheeks were he was just glad that she hadn't flipped out on him for asking her that. He listened intently to her every word when she spoke though, giving her his full attention. His eyes widened at tad at that being the one thing she could change in her entire life, there must have been a lot of things that she'd wished she'd done different, but it meant a lot to him that this would be the one thing she'd choose to change. He reached out his hand towards her and placed it under her chin, gently lifting her face up to his so she could look at him. He had a sort of hopeful and surprised look in his eyes. "So...so that day at the beach...when I accidentally kissed you...you weren't really mad at me?"
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