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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 7, 2013 19:00:59 GMT -5
"Entrez, entrez dans." Tomman says happily, stepping back to follow us through the door. I saw the look he'd cast at Chelsea, but, I could explain that later. We go back into the living room and I sit down, Varla taking the seat beside me. "Varla et moi avons rencontré en Amérique, et nous sommes de passage à Paris avant d'aller à son pays d'origine, l'Italie." I explain, and he nods a bit, running a hand through his blonde hair.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 8, 2013 18:10:28 GMT -5
I look up at my name before focusing on Chelsea again brushing her hair from her face as she began to doze off again. A sigh escapes me and I lean back, looking between them for a moment with a nibble on my lower lip. "Euh, désolé si je suis intrusion. Je ne savais pas si je serais bienvenu ou non, être étranger," I mumble, hiding my head behind Drew so I couldn't see any look cast at me. My fingers wrap around the back of his shirt lightly and I look down, closing my eyes soon after.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 9, 2013 16:07:12 GMT -5
We both look over to her as she speaks and Tomman shakes his head, blonde hair falling into his face. "Ce n'est vraiment pas un problème, un ami de Andrew est un de mes amis." he says. "He said it's fine, a friend of mine is a friend of his." I say, grinning over at Varla. I'd decided to translate just in case some meaning got lost- she didn't know French that well, and I didn't want something to come off as mean. I frown as her hand knots in my shirt and I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her closer to me for a moment.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 9, 2013 17:04:01 GMT -5
I look up as Drew speaks and smile slightly before nodding. He pulls me closer to him and I snuggle against him lightly, hoping he wouldn't mind. My mind goes to odd places before I place Chelsea in Drew's arms. "Umm, où est la salle de bain?" I ask, standing and blushing lightly. I hadn't thought about the risk of being pregnant again after Chelsea and it hit me just now that there was a possibility I could be. I wasn't going to just flat out say I was but instead give it a few days to see if I had the same symptoms.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 9, 2013 18:24:41 GMT -5
I smile at her for a moment before unwrapping my arm from her waist as she asks about the bathroom. I sit back as Tomman gives Varla directions and I pop my knuckles, looking at the TV for a moment before he speaks again. "Votre?" he asks simply and my face reddens for a moment but I shake my head. "Non, c'est son ex." I reply, shrugging my shoulders a bit as I shift on the couch.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 10, 2013 18:46:24 GMT -5
I look back and walk to the bathroom, resting against the door once I close it when I'm in. For a second, I'm not sure if Drew would stay if I was pregnant with his but I also think to the fact that he asked me out even though I had Chelsea. My head rests in my hands and I slide down the door to the floor and sit there for a moment before a wave of nausea hits me and I'm soon over the toilet hoping I wasn't making obvious retching sounds. I didn't want anyone to know that I was feeling like this and I certainly didn't want anyone to see me like this.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 11, 2013 22:14:44 GMT -5
I sigh softly and brush my hair out of my face. "Alors, comment les choses ont été?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at Tomman. I missed speaking in French, it was like I was coming home- I was coming home. ""Comme d'habitude, boire, faire la fête, putain. he replies and I roll my eyes with a soft chuckle before a faint sound reaches my ears and my brow creases. It sounded like.. vomiting?
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 12, 2013 21:17:59 GMT -5
A soft groan escapes me and I collapse to the floor, holding my head as I lay back some. My stomach was tore up, no doubt. I must have already caught something and I knew that it was going to make me a whiny brat for a while. I'm soon back over the toilet and forget how to be quiet as I vomit some more and hope Drew has the better sense to stay in the other room.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 12, 2013 21:44:49 GMT -5
I look down the hallway and then look backa t him, our eyes meeting. Tomman raises my eyebrows at me and I simply shrug my shoulders before getting up as the noise -louder- comes again. I walk back and crcouh down outside the door, rapping my knuckles on it. "Varla? You.. okay?" I ask, my brow creasing.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 12, 2013 21:55:50 GMT -5
I hear footsteps and I bite my lip before hearing a knock on the door and sigh softly. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lie, closing my eyes before standing and wiping off my face, glad I didn't wear make up. I straighten out my clothes and flushing the toilet before opening the door and looking at Drew. I only hoped that I had cleaned myself up enough to hide that I was vomiting.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 12, 2013 22:16:12 GMT -5
"You... sure?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to get shewed out for questioning her answer. I was worried about her. I jump and get to my feet as Varla opens the door and my dark brown eyes look her over. She looked a little ruffled, and tired.. and, perhaps, sick? I sigh and hold out my arms to her, wanting a hug. "You were throwing up." I state, not really knowing what else to say.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 13, 2013 15:49:07 GMT -5
I look down as Drew gets to his feet and hide slightly as he looks over me. He opens his arms and I bite my lip, walking into his arms and shrugging. "I'll be fine, I promise," I say, closing my eyes and resting my head against his chest. "I just don't want you to worry," I mumble, shivering lightly. I felt safe in his arms and it was warm but I still felt the light chill that ran down my spine.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 13, 2013 17:14:43 GMT -5
I wrap my arms around her waist as she moves against me, my head finding the top of hers. "Okay..." I reply slowly, nodding a bit. "We can go if you want, go window shopping..?" I offer, pulling back to look at Varla. I offer her a small smile, running a hand through her hair happily.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Oct 13, 2013 21:00:32 GMT -5
I sigh when he speaks and look up, shaking my head. "No, I rather you enjoy yourself while we're here," I say, leaning my head against his shoulder again. My arms wrap around him, looking up and kissing his cheek. "Uh, where's Chelsea?" I ask, realizing he wasn't holding her and feeling a little scared. One hand laces with his and I can't help but smile as I look at him.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Oct 14, 2013 19:04:31 GMT -5
"No, no, its fine. We weren't exactly best friends.. I don't mind." I say, shaking my head adamantly. I freeze at her question, my mind racing. "Oh, ah, on the couch. i-is she not supposed to be?" I ask fretfully, squeezing Varla's hand happily before power walking back into the living room to see that she was fine.
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