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Post by Zirin on May 8, 2012 15:46:50 GMT -4
He had gotten in trouble again. He didn't even really know what it was he had done, probably day dreaming in class again or something. Whatever the reason, he was now in the back of the storeroom, sorting through old hars of who knows what. He gave one an experimental sniff and after a moment decided he still had no idea what was in it. How was he supposed to label all these jars if the contents remained so mysterious?
Lehr chirped in support from his shoulder but was otherwise very little help with the whole ordeal. The twenty turn old gave a deep sigh and slouched down against the wall. Punishments just weren't the same without Liam. His best friend had always made them fun... he had always made everything fun. A light pink rose to his cheeks and before long, the candidate was once again distracted by day dreams.
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Post by twitchie on May 8, 2012 15:57:36 GMT -4
Ooma was not in trouble, not yet atleast. Her black hair frame her face with delicate curls that bounced as she walked into the stores.
She was not looking for anything special, really just exploring, but her innocent turn took a mischievous turn.
She spyed Cayin in the back with some jars, and she remembered he was here for punishment. Ho hum, she could make this fun.
Ooma walked to greet the distracted boy, smiling a not-so-innocent flirty smirk.
"Hi there, Cayin."
Without a thought she hatted her lashes, as natural as breathing it seemed.
But Ooma was tired was playing the patient and sweet candidate (if you could even call her that) She was feeling so... wild.. Bold... Naughty... Daring. Oh, she wanted abit of fun right now!
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Post by Zirin on May 8, 2012 16:07:21 GMT -4
It took a moment to realize there was anyone else around. Truth be told he may have even begun to doze off, a goofy smile on his face as various thoughts crossed through his mind; the touching, candidacy, roommates, friends. The list went on and one. So, when the sound of a voice caused him to snap out of his daydreaming, he jumped in surprise and looked about wildly for the source.
"Oompa was is?" He looked up at her, feeling that wasn't quite right, "Oh... no Ooma?" He finally corrected, not at all noticing the flirtatious smirk or the way she was batting her eye lashes. Cayin was, if anything, a bit of a dimglow when it came to the art of flirting. He just didn't catch on well to the subtleties required despite his love of relationships.
"Are you in trouble too? I hope you don't have to label jars, they're quite hard to tell apart... I wish I could have gotten cleaning..."
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Post by twitchie on May 8, 2012 16:22:52 GMT -4
Ooma let out a giggle at Cayin's surprise and his mistake and smiled when he guessed her name correctly.
He was cute, rather adorable really. What would it be like to be held by him and for their lips to...?
Her eyes took on Cayin's glassy appearance as she imagined those very thoughts....
Hmm? Had be asked her a question? Oh!
"No. I'm not in trouble, last I checked..."
Ooma blushed when her vision showed a flash of Cayin and her nearly touching, lips teasingly close. It was so real...
Then Ooma realized it was real! At first Ooma thought to jerk away, but since she had already gone so far as this, she leaned closer, eyes closed and lips puckered to kiss Cayin...
She didn't know why she was doing this... It was odd and bold and forceful. But Ooma would be haughty Ooma.
(Liam should slap and shake Ooma senseless later. :3)
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Post by Zirin on May 8, 2012 16:35:44 GMT -4
Cayin had always had the attention span of a fish, so after a moment of silence from his fellow candidate, the young man's attention had somehow drifted back to the jar in his hands. Oh yeah, he was supposed to be checking the contents. Almost completely forgetting about Ooma, he twisted the lid off and dipped his finger into the jar. Ew. liquidy.
It all happened so fast after that. One moment he had been lifting his now soggy finger to his nose to sniff the mysterious liquid, and next thing he knew his finger was pressed between two sets of lips, effectively smearing the mystery gunk all over both their lips.
"Everyone is so friendly here," He grinned, not caring in the least about anything that had just happened. A scent hit his nose then and without a moment's hesitation he began writing on the label. A-ha! He had figured out the contents! Pickles!
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Post by twitchie on May 8, 2012 16:49:52 GMT -4
Ooma stepped backwards, not sure whether or not to be disgusted, satisfied or amused.
She wiped the substance off of her lips, blinking confused and unsure of what just happened.
"W-whooah."
She whispered, without much meaning. Did Cayin enjoy the kiss? Had it been too short? Had she scared him?
His reply answered her question.
"You're cute, Cayin. Really cute."
He wouldn't really notice her flirting, but he surely wasn't so so dim as to not get her point?
She stood right next to the boy, wondering if she'd get a second chance...?
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Post by Zirin on May 9, 2012 17:53:19 GMT -4
Cayin did what he could to wipe the substance off of his face and hands, not quite sure how such a silly thing had happened. Well, no matter, it was helping him get his chores done so he didn't think it was a terrible thing. Pleased that he had gotten one step further on his punishment, he stood and placed the jar back on the shelf before grabbing the next and looking it over for a label.
"Really?" He smiled, his earring reflecting the light as he looked at her, "Thanks!" There was a reason many claimed Cayin was dimwitted, he tended to miss the most obvious signs in things. He wasn't stupid though, he did have moments of wisdom now and again, and when it came to his craft he was quick to remember and store information. He was, in a manner of speaking, book smart. Social situations were beyond him though.
"Oh sorry! You're not here because you're not in trouble right? Are you looking for something? I might be able to help."
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