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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 29, 2007 18:35:08 GMT -5
"You're not going to say anything else?" Ian half-begged, shifting on his feet and looking plaintively at the sky before swallowing once, fearing he'd have to attend a Kinrick party afterwards or enjoy the company of his own unpleasant thoughts.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 29, 2007 18:49:40 GMT -5
Jean turned back, "You already said I wasn't of interest to you." He reminded Ian, he didn't have much strength left to continue standing and he would've preferred that no one was around when he finally submitted to the throbbing sensation of pain which was making standing quite difficult.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 29, 2007 19:04:47 GMT -5
"Did I?" Ian said thoughtfully, and really couldn't remember. "Look . . . I'm sorry . . . I don't know what's been up with me lately. I've just been really, really . . . out of it and moody, okay? Things." he explained simply.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 29, 2007 19:12:25 GMT -5
"We've all got things" He replied not really satisfied with it, he had no intention of holding a grudge yet, Ian bothered him in his action. He didn't seem a stable person. "Some bigger than others." He paused and made an odd face at his own choice in verbiage then looked back at the waves. "You don't have to take it out on me eh?" He kicked at some sand. "Thats what I've got jerks like that for, if you're planning on taking things out me you can take a number." He slipped his wand from his pants as he said that flicking it, a small paper fluttered from the tip the number '24601' written on it.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 29, 2007 19:19:04 GMT -5
"You're the one who insulted my house! You all but insulted my taste in parties . . ." Ian seemed affronted, yet his single raised eyebrow was a controlled movement; he was more open now, not so agitated. "Maybe you didn't . . ." he allowed. "Maybe that was only my thought, if so . . . I'm sorry . . . but still . . . you should watch how you say things."
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Post by boingpop on Mar 29, 2007 19:31:20 GMT -5
Jean looked at him. "And you insulted mine on both accounts." He dug his hands back into his pockets, his wand returned to one as well.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 29, 2007 19:34:08 GMT -5
"You first," Ian said in a sulky tone, then shook his head. "I have no bias by house." Well . . . that wasn't entirely true, he favored his own house, but his closeness with several Aeridorns proved his willingness to meet others, and he didn't judge Kinrick's outright, just expected less of them and saw flaw more readily. They were not, however, anathema.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 29, 2007 19:40:07 GMT -5
Jean only shrugged, he didn't see an great value in this conversation. He moved the sand with his foot and then looked up at the buildings in the distance. A small breeze blew past, pushing his hair a bit, and sending a small chill though him. His wet clothing catching each pass of the air.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 29, 2007 19:52:51 GMT -5
Ian, failing to find any distraction in this conversation and his thoughts threatening to overwhelm him again-now publicly-fought back another emotional rise in his eyes and said sharply. "Whatever. I'll remember you next time I see you not to bother. Sure we'd both appreciate that." He set his jaw and pushed past Jean, though the beach was certainly not lacking in room to walk. He splashed the first few inches of water lapping the shore, sending a brief spray upwards in an angry kick. Ian sighed and hurried off before he made more of a fool of himself.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 29, 2007 20:08:54 GMT -5
Jean watched him leave, then fell back into the sand.
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