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Post by cujo on Aug 7, 2009 12:44:55 GMT -5
Why was everyone insisting on being touchy-feely today? Dareynn thought as he resurfaced. He'd heard the two girls' complaints clear enough when he was below the water. Couldn't they leave him alone? Wasn't it clear he didn't want to talk to them?
"Maybe I don't want friends," he snapped cruelly at the one who had offered to write the poem, then turned to the other one. "And why are you concerned about what I do or don't do?" ((That was a confusing sentence...))
Standing up quickly, he stalked away from the two girls, his shoulders rigid as steam poured from his body and quickly-chilling water droplets fell from his hair. He let himself sink into the water again on the other side of the pool, as far away from the girls as he could get. He went underwater again, trying to calm himself down. At least he had a swimsuit on... Had he not thought to grab it, that could have been rather embarassing... Just the thought made him blush slightly.
While he was still under the water, Dareynn ran his hands through his hair again, shoving it back so it wasn't in his face. Yeah, the scar over his right eye would be visible, but at this point, he was through caring. The girls had all ready seen his torso, and if he was going to hell...well, he might as well do it thoroughly, right? [/color] |
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