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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 17:14:03 GMT -5
"I'll manage," Sam responded, grinning widely. She rose, plate in hand, and sauntered to the kitchen. Setting the plate down in the sink, she whirled around and skipped back, poking Tyler in the head as she did so.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 17:17:08 GMT -5
He snorted, then winced when she poked him. "How cruel!" he scoffed, feigning offense. Standing, he practically dropped his plate in the sink when he walked into the kitchen, then edged closer to Sam. "You've usurped my authority as king of my domain," he announced. He wiggled his fingers at her. "You know the punishment for that, Samantha..." He crept closer, closer... then tackled her, tickling the poor girl.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 17:33:47 GMT -5
"Noooo!" Sam squealed, snorting as she laughed. She tried to shove him away, despite the obvious size difference. "Kya-haha, quit it! Stop! Get off! Ahaha!" Unable to squirm free from his grasp, she attempted to turn the tables and tickle him back. "You deserve it!" she laughed.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 17:37:49 GMT -5
Tyler burst out in laughter. "Hey, knock it off, runt!" he howled. Finally remembering the size difference, and dodging her tickling best he could, he grabbed her legs, swinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Who wins now, huh?" he taunted, cackling.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 17:51:12 GMT -5
Sam yelped, wiggling frantically. "H-Hey! Tyler! Put me down! I'm gonna fall!" she protested, though she was laughing.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 17:53:13 GMT -5
Tyler listened this time, plopping her on the couch. "Wait there while I change." He paused. "Make yourself at home and watch out for the roaches." Stifling a grin behind his hand, and not waiting on her response, he darted off into his room, closing the door.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 18:01:45 GMT -5
Sam kept giggling for a moment, until finally managing to calm down. Even when her laughter faded, a grin remained on her face. She suddenly remembered the movie, and leaned forward to pull a metallic purple cell phone out of her bag. She flipped it open and checked the time. The movie would start in about an hour, but the theater wasn't very far.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 18:10:24 GMT -5
Tyler returned after a few moments, in his black jeans and black tank again. He grinned. "Contract cockroach AIDs yet?" he asked, tightening his black headband slightly. Frowning at her phone, he pulled out an old, beat-up black flip phone. "How come you have a cool phone and I don't?" he complained.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 18:15:13 GMT -5
"No, not yet," Sam responded, closing her phone. "And your phone probably would look a lot better if you were more careful with it," she taunted. However, she couldn't say much because she had dropped her phone quite often. A few deep scratches in the paint provided evidence.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 18:22:38 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. "Right. Hypocritical, much?" He grinned, then flopped on the couch next to her, stretching his arms. "When's the movie, anyway?" he asked her, yawning,"And exactly what time is it?" He had apparently opted to let his hair do whatever today, and it was taking advantage of that, flopping into his eyes.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 19:34:03 GMT -5
"Next showing is at 11:30, and it's 10:39 right now," Sam informed him. "We should go ahead and head out, shouldn't we?" she added, sitting up and putting her phone back in her bag.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 19:49:30 GMT -5
Tyler pondered. "Yeah, guess so." He stood, shoving his phone back into his pocket, and ran a hand through his hair. "Gotta get there before the best spots are taken."
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 19:56:07 GMT -5
"Alright, then," Sam declared, rising and grabbing her bag with a grin. "Let's go!" She bounced a bit, before skipping over to the door and slipping her shoes on, eager to go. "What sort of movie snacks should we get? Popcorn? Candy?"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 20:16:29 GMT -5
Tyler followed her, pulling on his shoes. "Candy," he decided,"SOUR candy!" He laughed, opening the door for her. "After you, m'lady," he said sarcastically.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 14, 2009 21:09:19 GMT -5
Sam giggled and slipped out the door, pausing briefly to bow politely. "Why, thank you, Sir," she responded, grinning impishly. She waited patiently for Tyler as he shut the door. "Anyway, sour candy is fine with me," she added. "Skittles?" Being the sugar-addict she was, she would eat any candy they offered.
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