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| Topic Started: Thursday, 15. January 2015, 20:05 (1,185 Views) | |
| Clover Greene | Sunday, 8. February 2015, 03:20 Post #21 |
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Clover looked a bit incredulous at first, but his chuckle brought out a smile. "Oh." She was at a loss of words. "Dude, you're pretty damn mysterious." She laughed a little bit - not enough to be considered condescending. "I should probably be more weary of that, but, you seem like a cool dude. Just my opinion." She probed through her purse. Did she have a pen or something to write with? Nothing in sight. She pulled some stuff out (a wallet, some pocket pack tissues, cosmetic kit - nothing unusual) to get a better view. Nope. Crayon eyeliner on a pocket tissue will have to do. An 11 digit number, the prefix being London's area code. She smiled a dumb smile at her handiwork and presented him with the scribbled tissue. "That weird looking symbol over there? It's a '7'." She said, pointing at the weird looking symbol. Despite smiling, she seemed uncertain, as if there was a question on her mind, yet immediately as she'd open her mouth to speak, she hesitated, and fell silent once more. 'Whatever, it's his choice whether he wants to buy a phone or not... can't expect him to, just for me.' "If you get your phone situation sorted, 'call me maybe'?" Clover visibly cringed at her reference. Burying her hands deep in the warmth of her pockets, she turned to leave. "Later," she mused, walking towards Town Park's entrance, which, once traversed, led to Cecil Street. Her car was parked somewhere along Cecil Street. |
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| Garcia | Thursday, 12. February 2015, 13:45 Post #22 |
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"Mysterious ? Well, thanks!" He was already familiar with people calling him a luddite, so 'mysterious' wasn't too bad, really. That Clover thought of him as somewhat cool was flattering, but also somewhat curious. Well, he'd find out about that sooner or later. He took the tissue and looked hard at it, as if he was trying to make out the contents of ther sequence of symbols found on there, especially the thing she pointed out. "Ah, OK, thought it might have been a '1'. Notrhing against your handwriting,m of course." Tim didn't raise much of a reaction, as Clovers reference went straight over his head. He didn't know why Clover seemed to find some distaste to what she'd just said, so he assumed it was some modern young people thing. He waved and picked his instrumet back up. "Alright, see you around. Have a nice evening !" |
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