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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 18:25:20 GMT -5
I nod slightly as she goes on to say that she would be grateful if I did. I could tell that it was a big thing for her to say such a thing, from her attitude I assumed that she probably didn't say such things often. I take another sip of my soda, setting it down and nodding. "I'll do it, but we still have to convicne Dan of it." I state, shrugging my broad shoulders. I couldn't control what he did, though I could control myself, and I understood how much a tattoo could mean to someone. I glance at her fries, holding out my drink in case she wanted some- she ahdn't gotten herself a beverage. I glance around the food court, hoping that none of my friends would show up and ruin this whole encounter.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 19:03:11 GMT -5
She nodded in understanding at what he said. "Yeah, we'll see what happens." Back to the fries again, Zoey hesitated once more at the drink Nathan offered out. She took it in her smaller hands and took a sip, thanking him in a slight mumble as she handed it back.
Finishing the last of her fries, she dusted her hands off and got up to toss her things in the trash before returning to the table again.
Sitting back down, she glanced around for anyone she might recognize, who might see her actually being nice to somebody other than Tony or Connor.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 20:09:36 GMT -5
I set my elbows on the table, popping my knuckles. I look back at Zoey to watch as she finished her fries, taking a sip of my soda before handing it back. A teasing grin appears on my face and I stand up after she sits down to toss the wrapper away, deciding to keep my soda. I wasn't even half done with it, and I'd probably want it later. Besides, people carried weirder stuff around malls than a fucking soda. I return to the table, sitting back down in my place across from Zoey. "Do you wanna go back now and see what he says, or let him cool off a bit?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at her questioningly.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 20:22:55 GMT -5
Zoey watched him get up, smirking a bit at the game he was playing. When he returned, she shrugged. "I know him even less than I know you," She scoffed, eyebrows lifting, sticking her tongue out. "Your choice." She took a leap of faith and got up, dancing over to him and tugging his hand. "Let's walk around for a bit then, Mister 'try and flirt with the sixteen-year-old'." She grinned a bit, walking aimlessly once he was on his feet. "You said family's important. Any siblings?"
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 21:15:55 GMT -5
I chuckle softly at her reply, rolling my eyes for emphasis. Finally Zoey says that its my choice, though she stands to flit across to my side of the table, tugging at my hand. I obediantely stand, scoffing at her really long nickname for me. "I most definitely was not. We're different ages, so our generations have different techniques of flirting. And, whatever you think it was, it wasn't." I reply, hoping to confuse her. This was fun, actually. Not some drunk girl in the bar, actual interaction instead of immediately starting to make out or something. I raise my eyebrows as she asks is I have any siblings. At first she was sarcastic and queit, then she wouldn't shut up. Weird. "Yeah, I have a brother and a sister. Brent and Jessica. Brent lives in Gerede and Jessica moved to New York with her husband- they're both older than me." I reply, rambling slightly. But, she had asked.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 21:21:12 GMT -5
Zoey scoffed. "Fine, you were 't flirting. I'll remember that," She drawled in challenge. She may as well have fun. Especially if he was the player he seemed to be. She probably wouldn't seem him again after today anyway. He was just a guy there to flirt, right? To her all guys were anymore. She didn't relationships anymore and someone would have to change tha to see her true self.
He mentioned family and she listened as she walked, nodding. "I was an only child until my best friend came out of the closet and was abandoned. My parents adopted him."
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 22:38:44 GMT -5
"Good." I reply playfully, holding back a chuckle. We casually stroll around the mall without any real direction, passing numerous store fronts, including a book store and.. a pet shop. "In here!" I exclaim suddenly, taking Zoey's hand and pulling her through the door and into the pet shop. I peer into the pens at the puppies, a grin on my face. I turn and start over towards the cashier. "Do you have any grown dogs?" I ask and she nods, leading me into the back of the store. I points with a slight sneer at an old rotweiler in a cage. "They abandoned him because he was gay?" I ask, shaking my head as the dog sniffed my hand that I held up. I didn't exactly like gays, but no one should be abandoned just because of their sexuality.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 22:45:42 GMT -5
Zoey smirked as he led her into the pet shop suddenly. She pulled her hand away when she could, watching his expression curiously and crouching as they were led towards the rottweiler. She offered a hand and smiled, reaching to pet it gently while she listened and nodded. "His mother knew, but died in a car accident. His father wasn't happy to find out." She shrugged. "He's better off with us anyway." She glanced at him again a tad warily, playing with the dog's ears quietly. "Hey ol' boy," She murmured with a smile.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 2, 2013 22:55:37 GMT -5
The dog licks my hand, causing a grin to cross over my face. I was like a little kid in a candy shop. I loved dogs, you could say that they were the only things I actually cared about- other than my image. I nod slightly as Zoey goes on that he was better with them than with his father. I couldn't imagine a father just tossing his kid out. If I had a gay son I wouldn't. I turn my light brown gaze back on the dog, my heart going out to it. Here it was, so nice and sweet -and old-, and just tossed in a corner like trash in favor f some stupid puppies. I wouldn't even be surprised if this dog was house trained, but everyone wanted a puppy. I huff softly, rubbing his head gently.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 2, 2013 23:14:54 GMT -5
Zoey looked a the dog affectionately, and in her distraction she didn't have that wall up. "He's soo sweet," She murmured, smiling. He was old, but had a good few years left in him.
And, she was one to try an help the helpless. She was the kin of girl, though oh so tough on the outside, to give the homeless food or money.
"I just wanna take you home and love ypu," She cooed, ruffling the fur behind his ears and sitting criss cross near the kennel.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 3, 2013 11:31:42 GMT -5
I chuckle softly in agreement, rubbing my hand over his head gently. I glance over at Zoey out the corner of my eye. She seemed to be more open and soft, but animals tended to have that effect on everyone. "No." I say, looking over at her. "After we go talk to Dan, I'm going to come back and get him. He should get along with my other dogs." I continue, shrugging my broad shoulders. I had a poodle mix named Cara that I had gotten from the pound, a young pitbull puppy that wasa bout to be put down when I got him, and a old fat lab. An elderly rotweiler would fit in perfectly with my posse.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 3, 2013 11:39:09 GMT -5
Zoey lifted her head and offered him a genuine smile. "Good to know he'llhave a home," She murmured, then sighed at stood up after a few more minutes of petting the dog. She sighed, looking around and runnin a hand through her hair, throwing that wall back up the moment she realized she had let it drop.
"Let's go do that, then," She huffed, slipping past him towards the exit with a straight face, mentally beating herself up for even letting him have a glimpse inside of her true self.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 3, 2013 12:19:04 GMT -5
I nod happily, watching as the dag licked my hand again and I rubbed it over his ears. I look over as Zoey stands up to run a hand through her hair, apparently realizing how open she'd been mere moments before. "I'll be back." I murmur to the dog, patting him again before standing, his whine following me. I walk over to the cashier, asking that she hold the dog for me so that I could come back. I highly doubted that anyone else would want him, but I just wanted to make sure that I could have him. One more dog wouldn't hurt. After she nods I walk out the door to start towards the tattoo shop without a word to Zoey. If that was how she wanted to play it, so be it.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 3, 2013 12:23:28 GMT -5
Zoey didn't quicken her pace or anything. She kept right at his side, suddenly feeling tiny. She just wasn't so sure she liked how open she was being towards this guy, terrified of being used and thrown out again like last time. She couldn't let innocence an friendliness get in the way again, get her hurt. She couldn't let anyone get close...
She played with the back of hwrbdimple piercings again while they walked, looking up at Nathan hesitantly when they reached Deep Roots again.
"Thank you.." She murmured, reluctantly letting a smile cross her lips.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 3, 2013 12:40:13 GMT -5
She keeps up with my official pace as I stride towards Deep Roots, my hands in the pockets of my ripped jeans. I pull the door open, holding it for Zoey. Dan gave me a look but I don't reply, looking down at her. "Its not a sure thing yet." I reply simply, not wanting to give her too much hope. If he'd allow her to,
I'd sign off for it, but it still wasn't set in stone. I stand behind her as she wanders up to Dan and I wonder how this whole scene was going to play out. Maybe I should have brought some popcorn, this was probably going to be pretty damn interesting.
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