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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 21:51:35 GMT -5
Arty smiled, "You'd still eat it though? Even though you're not so sick you literally have to or else you'd starve?" She grinned a bit, mostly teasing him.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 21:53:29 GMT -5
Blake nodded, "If you made it for me, I'd eat it."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 21:54:12 GMT -5
Arty smiled, "Wow, that's basically a marriage proposal right there." She laughed
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 21:56:02 GMT -5
"Is it? I didn't think so," he teased.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 22:16:59 GMT -5
Arty smirked, "For you," she teased back, snuggling her face into his neck
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 22:21:49 GMT -5
"something like that," He responded, running her hand through his hair.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 22:23:22 GMT -5
Arty closed her eyes, relaxing as he played with her hair. Before she knew it, she was asleep, snoring quietly.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 22:26:10 GMT -5
Blake stood and carried Arty to bed.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 22:27:50 GMT -5
Arty jerked awake upon being moved, but saw it was Blake a smiled a bit, relaxing back into his arms. "Sorry. Had to make sure you weren't trying to kill me or anything." She mumbled sleepily.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 22:29:35 GMT -5
"Go back to sleep," he told her quietly.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 22:30:17 GMT -5
Arty nodded, smiling in her half asleep state. "Thank you," she mumbled, her eyes closing once more.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 22:32:12 GMT -5
Blake carried her to bed, laying her down and tucking her in.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 22:33:32 GMT -5
((You can just do a timeskip if you want ))
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Apr 4, 2017 22:35:26 GMT -5
The next morning, Blake elected to stay in bed. He wasn't feeling so well.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Apr 4, 2017 22:40:44 GMT -5
Arty woke up and rolled over, feeling for Blake. She frowned a bit when she realized she was in her own bed. She shrugged, and got up. Walking into the living room, she noticed that he wasn't in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He must be feeling bad again. She felt bad for him, and started to cooking up some soup. Perhaps he'd feel better with something to eat that was easier on his stomach than the heavily seasoned spaghetti he had made last night.
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