Logs:First Date
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| RL Date: 6 May, 2013 |
| Who: E'sren, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Sabella takes E'sren up on that date he offered while they were all weyr hunting. |
| Where: E'sren's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Yep. |
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| Bosom Buddies Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The entrance to the inner weyr is narrow, and it features a series of hooks on the ceiling on which a large tapestry of intricately woven blue designs is hung across like a curtain, bisecting the weyr to separate rider and dragon quarters. Further in, along the outside curve of the wall, a storage closet has been hollowed out, its door hung with another blue tapestry, another commemoration for Ahruth; he keeps a modest wooden wardrobe there, presumably for clothes. Past that, the back lobe of the weyr has a rounded, smoothed white-stone fireplace decorated with more intricate carved designs that seem grown out of the rock as they support the broad mantle. On it rests a pretty multi-colored rock, shimmering with indigo, violet, and olive, and some other figurines and trinkets. Set in front of the hearth are a large grey couch and overstuffed armchair, both with colorful quilts, and a pretty rug and low table. Further back, behind an unfolded wooden accordion partition, the sleeping area is cozy with a couple of oil lamps on the walls for warmer light. The bed itself is large enough for two and made from some light greyish wood that makes for a sturdy frame. It's piled with blankets and quilts, a motley assortment of both, and plenty of pillows. There are a few other rugs and some wall hangings up, with some other odds and ends here and there from different places around Pern. After their group were done weyr-hunting, E'sren stayed behind with Sabella in the bowl for a while to talk and laugh about some things before he circled back around to that whisper he whispered before. He asks her again, she accepts, and he gives her a time to meet him on his brand new ledge. And now, on this cool autumn evening, he leaves the inner weyr with two plates with some red sauce pasta on them, some vegetables on the side, and carries them over to the blue bench to set them down. There's a bottle of wine and two glasses on the ground, out of the way for now. Ahruth isn't here, probably because he would be here where the date is happening and that doesn't help anyone. Sabs and Ghislaith are on the tail-end of being cleared for flying back and forth to their own weyr, much like everyone else has already been cleared for. So she makes the trip from the sparse barracks up to bluerider's ledge. Another person would probably sit on the bench and wait for E'sren to come out, but she's not. Instead she's been inside the weyr with him, wandering around and poking at all the stuff and making comments on what's in there while he gets the food out. When he's ready she follows after him, observing that Ghislaith has found some other place to haunt. Maybe she decided to take a cue from Ahruth for once. She'll have to forgive him if his replies are a little sidetracked, and if he doesn't give the things she's looking at more than a glance when she asks him what's going on with them. He's trying to do things right! And if he's a little frazzled underneath the usual cool, and just 'a little' only because he's good at not showing the rest of it, maybe she can forgive him that too. When he sets the plates down he wipes his palms on his pants, then shakes his head and bends to pick the dinner up again and sits instead, offering a plate up for her with a smile he hopes looks calm and collected. Nice rock. Can she touch it? She's touching it. Does it move? She's trying to mov- He's going outside. Sabs follows and sits on the bench crosslegged, facing him. She accepts the plate with a smile, one that touches on amused as she settles it onto her lap. It's cooler out now than it's been, so she's back to that comfortable sweater that's a size too big. She pushes the sleeves up to her elbows and reaches for a fork, tapping it on the edge of the dish. "So how badly are you going to spy on them when they come to visit? You know, your sister might like a little privacy from your prying eyes now and again." It's good natured, a warning with a tease as she now waves the utensil at him. She could probably have just kept messing with stuff in his weyr and that would have been okay too. Since she takes her customary seat facing him he takes his angled towards her, one leg folded up to put his plate on since he's made his lap all weird. Luckily it's not terrible outside yet, still he gives the sky little cursory glances to check in on the weather. Any signs of rain? No? Good. E'sren laughs at her question, gives her a dark-eyed squint while twirling some noodles around on his fork. "I plan on just watching them every second they're here. She's fifteen. I know what fifteen year olds are like. I wasn't one, but Seamus was." A joke for a joke, and he takes a bite before he remembers the wine and leans back to grab the bottle and, after placing it between them, the glasses. "I brought this," he tells her around his mouthful. "Oh really." She lifts an eyebrow at him for that joke and sets to the task of eating, spinning her fork around in the pasta. "You know, when I came here... I made it a point to learn all about the tunnels. I'll just tell her where all the good hiding spots are." More teasing as she feeds herself a mouthful, watching as he reaches down for the bottle. After swallowing, "Since you apparently were never fifteen and wanting to sneak off somewhere. I'll help her, keep you distracted while she runs off." For this she displays a cheeky smile for him and puts her fork to the plate again. "Good, do you want me to pour it or?" She leaves the question hanging, but he does have his own food awkwardly balanced. Maybe he needs help! E'sren gives her a chastising look, but it's ruined some by the way his lips purse around his food. Which he swallows soon after to say, "I was wondering which one of you would badly influence the other since she's usually so good at it. But now I might be leaning more towards you." He sets the glasses down, one closer to her, and shakes his head quietly when she offers to help, but also smiles and makes lots of dramatic eyebrow faces while he tries to do it himself. Of course if she wanted to hold her glass steady while he pours for her first that might not go unappreciated even if he won't ask for it. Once she has wine he gives himself some, it's red whatever it is, and leans to set the bottle down and forget about it for now. "What? I don't know what you're talking about." Sabs smiles innocently at him. "I'd just be helping a young girl grow into being a woman without her big brother glaring the whole time." But you can only go so far with sister jokes before they get awkward, so she drops it before the subject can enter that weird zone. Between bites she manages to reach over and hold her glass still. When it's poured she brings it to her nose and smells. "Hmmm..." A thoughtful expression. "I smell hints of dark fruits and chestnuts." Squinting her eyes, she sniffs again and swishes the glass before taking a sip. "Oh chocolate, with undertones of peppery, jammy, figs and cherries grown in the deep loamy soil of the oldest forest in Tillek. Oh, and cabbage." She holds it for a second and laughs. "Lady Linuore loved her wine. I think she just made a lot of it up though." "What makes you think I'm gonna stop glaring when she's older? And hey, I don't glare. I might look at, and not smile." Which from him, someone who grins a lot, might be as bad as a glare. Speaking of grins. "I'm just saying. She shouldn't mess around with boys. They're no good." Which is an interesting choice for advice, present company considered. He picks up his glass but pauses to listen to her review, grinning still and more. E'sren's eyes narrow and he adopts a supremely thoughtful expression, nodding along and playing along, but then takes a sip and asks, "What was she like?" "Lady Linuore?" She repeats, between a mouthful of pasta and another swallow of her wine. "She was alright, fair. Unfortunately she was really boring and all her attendents were these girls from the minor holds around Crom. Like, daughters of men who wanted their daughters to marry men who had things. So they weren't very interesting either." She waves her fork for emphasis. "They were there to get married, mostly." Sabs' mouth turns up into a smile and she laughs, making like she's going to put her plate and glass down. "They are?" She asks. "Well, you're a boy. I should probably be afraid for myself. Maybe I should call Ghislaith back to get me?" He's quiet while she details out that part of her life, the corner of his mouth twitching up when she touches on things in such a Sabella-like way. Of course the girls were boring. "Maybe they were all just distracted. Just really distracted by stuff like weddings and babies. I for one find it really hard to hold a conversation when I'm thinking about those." E'sren's next drink prevents him from doing much more than shaking his head, no no no, until he can speak again. "No, that's a bad idea. You should stay. I can control myself." Because obviously he's so wild. "I guess. Still. I thought it would be intriguing to see how they lived on the other side of the fence, but they were just people. Not very fun people either." Sabella shrugs and rolls her eyes, pushing her way to the halfway point of her dish. "I think we're going to have to discuss what you find exciting in life if babies and weddings are what causes your heart to skip a beat." She jokes with a laugh, lifting her glass to her mouth. Obviously she wasn't really planning on leaving, "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to drive you wild with my female-ness." The wine is tipped back and she takes a swallow before setting it down in the space between them. "It's weird how that works," E'sren comments, agreeing, swirling the wine around in his glass. "You see people from afar and you wonder what it's like being them, but it's probably not all that much different from how your life is. Maybe in the details, just not generally. Or it makes you glad you're you." But he's speculating and he knows it, so he just takes another drink and goes back to twirling the noodles. "Oh I'm sure," is his calm response. Once he has a forkful he lifts it, but before eating he looks at her and says totally serious, "I think you're exciting." To touch on what she said, a second ago. Now he chews, looking up at the sky over the lake. "I don't know if it made me glad that I was me." Sabella contemplates before adding quietly, "I think it actually made me angry." That's something thoughtful, something said before she can take it back and stuff it away again. She clears her throat then and takes her glass up from the bench. He makes his little comment then and her lips find a way to smile. "You're the master at saying things and being casual you know." She leans across and nudges his knee before winding her fork around some of the remaining pasta that's on her plate. He can't help but smile when she nudges his knee, and while she goes back to polishing off her dinner (his has been gone, it didn't take long) E'sren watches her with that odd look he has sometimes when she's around. It's a smiling one, but also odd. "It's true though. I feel like I know you better than I know anyone else but sometimes I feel like I don't know you at all. At any point you could say something that surprises me. And you do." His smile grows, then falters slightly when he considers what she said and bites down on his lower lip. "Why did it make you angry?" he asks gently, in case she doesn't want to answer. She laughs, maybe a little awkwardly at his explanation. "How well does anyone really know anyone else though, right? I'm sure you've got plenty of surprises tucked away in your sleeves too." Sabs has returned to teasing, finishing the rest of her plate and shifting so she can place it on the ground by their feet. She shakes her head and smiles, lifting her shoulders. "It's just frustrating to have to scrape and crawl your way to a thing. Something that other people were born into, given. That they don't really appreciate, where they don't even recognize how good they have it."
She still has the glass of wine, near finished. It's something that she nurses as they sit out on the bench and the day begins to draw to a close, the sun passing the rim of the bowl. "I think that I'll be the judge of if I'm disappointed with you." Sabs untangles her legs, sort of. One remains folded under her and the other stretches out off of the bench. Her elbow finds the back of it and she laughs, looking something close to confused. "Sorry for what? I don't feel bad about anything. I don't have to cut hair for people that have too many marks anymore. Another step up." She tips the glass back and swallows the rest, breaking her position just long enough to put it down. "Hey I'll be disappointing if I want to be disappointing." Because she said something like that too, once, and he remember everything apparently. He tried to say it with a straight face but that pretty obviously didn't work and he's smiling again, dimples and all, even when he hears what she says next. And since she's downing the rest of her wine, he takes his glass and downs the rest of his too, as if they just made a secret toast. Then, E'sren, reaching over to stretch his arm over the back of the bench and bump her hand with his, then cover it, shrugs the opposite shoulder and says, "I'm just sorry you ever had to deal with that. With any of it." "Hey, you can't use my own words against me." Sabs argues back half-heartedly with a laugh, glancing over as his hand comes to cover hers. She sneaks hers out of his grasp instead, choosing to place her fingers onto the top of his palm. There she draws lazy circles on his skin as she lifts her shoulders, shrugging again. "If you feel sorry for me about that, you're going to feel worse later on. But that's a two glasses of wine night and I'm not sure that I'm all set for that kind of pity right now." It's not unkindly said, it's more... self-derisive humor coupled with a quick laugh and joking smile to take any of the awkward out of it. "Instead we can talk about something else, right? Like, anything. How you're going to help me paint in a month or two." Lifting his eyebrows, E'sren silently challenges her. Oh can't he? It's of course all in jest and as if he need to prove it, so he doesn't try, just lets her draw her little circles and watches their hands while she does so. At 'feel sorry for' his brow furrows and he looks like he might interrupt her but he doesn't, he just pushes his mouth out and bites down on whatever words might have happened. He doesn't, however, let her change the subject quite that easily. "We can talk about whatever you want, but I don't feel sorry for you. I know that's how it sounds when I say that, but... I just know you have stuff going on in there," pointed glance to her forehead, because he can't actually see her brain. Without too many specific details even, he knows stuff went down at some point. You don't hang out with the same person every day for months and not get some idea. "And I want to help you paint. In a month or two." Because yeah she does get what she wants, eventually, as always with him. That would be weird. If he could see her brain. But he can't. So she keeps drawing those little circles against his skin before she stops, laying her hand flat against his while he speaks and then sneaking it underneath finally. "Like I said, I don't think it's that kind of night for me." Sabs repeats, the gaze of her eyes focused on their tangled fingers. She's checking out the differences in them again. "I'm not always thinking and worrying about that kind of stuff either, you know, the bad type. Now and again the good things work their way in..." She hazards a glance in E'sren's direction in time to give him a quiet crooked smile. With him agreeing to help her paint, she perks up again and sits a little straighter. "Good. I'll need the help." Painting, very intense. E'sren looks a lot like someone who thinks he knows he's pushed it too far and is regretting it. He looks like he wants to stop her from saying that stuff, from having to say it, or feeling like she has to say it; he looks like he feels like a heel for making it somehow a Thing. "I'm sorry," he says again, this time with earnest, and covers her hand with his, squeezing it. "I know you're not," he adds quietly, catching that look and little smile and returning it, his small. "I shouldn't have said anything. I'll follow your lead." Because he doesn't have things, he's new to them. When she sits up more he almost slouches more to match her but not really, his head tipped back against the stone behind them, his other hand settled idly on his full stomach, legs sprawled. "Mmhm," he replies, about helping, he'll help. But he has something else on his mind just now, and it might be the way the light hits her as they lose it to the full evening. His eyes are half-lidded, could be the wine, when he says, "You're gorgeous." And kind of just looks at her after that, with his little smile. "Stop it, please." Sabella pleads when the next apology comes, squeezing his hand and giving it a little shake. Like maybe that can snap him out of feeling bad about things that he really shouldn't be feeling bad about. She exhales and fixes him with a look. "You can ask me anything that you want. I just can't promise that I'm always going to have an answer or want to answer you. But I won't be upset with you for asking." She leans into the arm that's balanced against the back of their bench, not giving up the tangle of their fingers. The compliment comes and she laughs nervously, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind one of her ears. The continued gaze has her glancing away momentarily before turning her green eyes onto him again. "I usually know what to do right around now, but you make me so damn nervous. I'm just about useless." The laugh was nervous, this giggle that comes next is a touch on the helpless side. "S-..." E'sren has to grin at that, his eyes squinting, because his first reaction was to say the thing she told him not to say. Instead of says, "That's fair," and does not say the other thing that she doesn't want him to say. "I won't ask you anything now though. We'll save the questions for a two-glass night." Like she said. Because it's her stuff, her rules, and he's the kind of guy to follow them for her. Since they're losing the light and what little warmth from what little sun there was still left, and what little was soaked into the bench from before has already started to fade, he considers moving them inside, a glance for the curtain suggesting something along those lines, but he doesn't move because she has his arm and he doesn't want to ruin that. He smiles at her again and reaches over with the hand at the end of that arm she's cozying up to to play with a strand of her hair. "Never useless. But why are you nervous?" Since he can't argue she's that. Really. She heard that 'S' at the beginning there and she uplifts one of her eyebrows at him. But he doesn't go there and changes course instead, so she smiles appreciatively for it. "That would be great." She agrees and catches his glance towards the curtained off entrance. Made aware of the chill suddenly she tugs the sleeves back down on her oversized sweater and adjusts her shoulders. "Sometimes useless. And it's you, you're E'sren. Funny, handsome. Charming? Intelligent? Really classy?" He's aware of all of that, right? Sabs exhales just then and fixes another one of her stares onto him, but this time it's just a little calculating. She shifts forward on the bench until she's virtually eliminated all of the space that's between them. It's necessary to let go of his hand now, even if it's just briefly so she can wiggle and worm her way underneath his arm. Relaxing, she puts her head against the top of his chest and splays her other hand against him just slightly lower. Sometimes? There's a protest there, there is, but she goes on and he just says nothing. She got all goofy when he said one nice thing about her, and now she's on a long string of nice things and he just stares at her until she hits 'intelligent' and then he laughs and grins at her. "I might be funny, but I'm blaming the rest of that on you being all liquored up." He might also be about to say something else when she looks at him like that and whatever he had dies. He narrows his eyes at her and quietly asks, "What?" She doesn't answer obviously, and he watches as she comes closer, suddenly very still, and adjusts himself accordingly for her when she leans in and snuggles up against him, his one arm curling around her shoulders and the other hand tangling with hers now. He lifts his chin to make sure he doesn't bump her and stays like that for a second, just all carefully poised limbs so he won't do anything and spoil it. But then he all at once relaxes with a breath out and kisses the top of her head. She'll hear his heart beating, pounding beneath her ear. Might be funny. Liquored up. She drops her hand and tickles his stomach very lightly with the tips of her fingers for that comment in response to her slew of compliments. And no, she doesn't even bother to answer his 'what?' she just nestles closely against him. She has her ear pressed against him, so she hears every beat of that nervous heart. Pulling on his hand she brings it over to her, placing it on her chest so he can feel her heart pounding away in her as hard as his is. Sabs feels the touch of his lips into her hair and maybe, possibly, she tips her chin up in time to make it less of a light touch wherever it lands on the top of her head. His stomach's response is to jump beneath those fingers, until he pins them with his own. Gotcha. And his smile might fade a little when she moves his hand but only because he isn't sure where she's putting it and when he figures it out his brow tenses and he takes a deep, steadying breath in through his mouth after he lifts the press of it to her hair, a press that was made a little more by her tip up. E'sren sits there with her like that for a long moment, holding her and being warm to warm her through her big sweater, the chillier it gets. And feels her heartbeat beneath his hand, which might be a little bit sweaty right now, but only a little. She'll feel it too when he takes another deep breath, lets it out slowly. She can't see what his face looks like which is probably good because he's staring hard at the stone and looks like he's trying really hard to make a decision. There's a lot that she misses out on here, since her view is basically E'sren's shirt and some of the wall over that way. But there are still some things that she's able to get. She gets the deep, steadying breath. Which is fine, because she knows that the hand pull is essentially innocent on her part. She gets the slightly sweaty feel of his hand, which she releases so he can decide on his own when to draw it back. But ultimately she doesn't know what the second deep breath is for, because she's not privvy to that hard decision making stare. She can only wonder and in wondering, curiosity prompts Sabella to turn her face up and peek at him. Just for a second to see what he might be thinking about. He keeps his hand there, for the record, and it's slightly less sweaty minute by minute, maybe it's the lack of contact. And likely he's kicking himself for that, for being a little bit gross, for not being able to not have a slightly sweaty hand right now when she's holding it. Maybe that's why she stopped holding it. Nope, can't be good. His heart kicks up a notch, one big thump there when he reaches that thought, and another when she starts to turn her face up. E'sren tilts his chin down to look at her, tilts his head to the side and smiles. It isn't an uneasy smile, it's one she'll know, but there's a kind of tightness at the corners of his eyes. He grins suddenly and shrugs the shoulder she isn't curled up near, and admits, "I really wanna kiss you." Because even though he's nervous, and even though she might say no still, he's going to be honest about it. She's nestled close enough still that she can feel the increasing levels of alarm coming from the pounding of his heart. Sabella catches that tight smile that he shoots her, the one that's so near to what he'd normally give. Except for that pull around the eyes. Laughter comes from her suddenly, which is probably not a reaction that he was hoping to get. But it also comes with her easing into a more upright position that puts her much closer to being face to face with him. "I think we might be great at complicating things." She's kept that one hand on his chest and now it takes a grip, twisting up the fabric of his shirt. "Here, it doesn't have to be hard." And so she slips her fingers along his jaw, towards his ear and leans in to brush her lips onto his. Lightly at first and then with a more certain contact, braver. It was almost a confession, like something bad, that that's what he's been thinking about. Nothing deeper, nothing insightful, nothing really even all that meaningful. It's just that, that he wants to kiss her, and nothing more. And he's almost a little bit embarrassed to admit that that was what the big deal was about. He's still smiling when she laughs, though it's the 'really?' kind of smile. She'd laugh at him now? But he also just kind of accepts it because yeah, he's ridiculous. He's also smiling when she adjusts, his hand moving to her side to accomodate. He's grinning when she says words, dimples and all. "I just didn't want to-" But he stops, closing his eyes, and it's a grin he has to close up around their kiss when she makes it happen. The light touch of her fingers brings a chill but E'sren kisses her back, his thumb pressing into her side. And whenever she pulls back she'll find him grinning with his eyes closed. She would laugh at him now, it's true. He has to know that's a 'her' kind of reaction to a situation like this. Sabs feels that grin even as she's kissing him and she does return the smile, just a bit. Enough for him to catch that curve of her mouth against his lips before they break it off. Her hand slides down from his jaw and lands eventually onto his shoulder, at which point she winds up staring at him. There's laughter again, but this time it's light and satisfied as she watches him with his closed eyes and everything. With that teasing lilt back to her voice again she asks him, "So... what was it that you didn't want to do?" And she releases the grip on his shirt too, because well. It's time to let that piece of clothing go. He does open his eyes eventually; he's still grinning and they're crinkled, not tight, now at the corners. Whatever was in him that was so uncomfortable is gone now with that hurdle cleared, with all the build up gone, out with all his nervousness about what might happen. E'sren's hand leaves her side to attend to her cheek, the backs of his fingers brushing her jaw. He thinks carefully before answering. "I didn't wanna just do it. I mean I did," grin, "but I didn't." Hopefully she'll understand because whatever eloquence he normally possesses is about as gone as his anxiety. He tries again, softer now, "I'm trying really hard not to screw anything up." Oh. Wait. But oh? So she might be momentarily confused. "So... It was alright that I just did it? Because you wanted to but you weren't sure it was a good idea?" Sabs is just checking here, she doesn't exactly look like she's nervous or anything. Instead she seems to actually be relaxing, easing into the feel of his hand against her face. It's nice, it's something good and easy. "You're not screwing anything up. You've been really great, but I feel like I've told you that before." She gives him a mock suspicious look and pushes on his shoulder jokingly. But more seriously, "I liked it." "Yeah. It was alright that you did it, because I said I wanted to do it. So I told you I wanted to. So you knew." And really that's kind of E'sren's M.O.. Just be honest, put it out there, see what happens. If anyone were to ask him how that's going for him, he'd think about getting the silver thread, about Sabella, and then he'd probably just give a thumbs-up. He grins at her after that, in case it confused her, and curls his arm around her again. "If I've been really great it's because I'm freaking out inside my head all the time like 'don't fuck it up don't fuck it up'. So I'm glad that looks okay from the outside," after he returns her mock suspicious look and pushing with innocently lifted eyebrows. But then, "I liked it too. Hey do you wanna go inside? It's getting cold. I could start a fire." "Oh good. Because if you were about to get up and run screaming into the weyr, that would have been exceptionally awkward for me." Sabella jokes as she begins to untangle herself from him there on the bench. How did they become quite this much limbs touching each other anyway? "Well, you have an awesome poker face if that's really what your mental state has been the last couple of hours. But I think that you can probably start relaxing." She assures him, sliding off of the bench and getting to a stand. "Yes, please. I think we might have to start spending more time in doors again. But at least we'll get a few sevens out of your ledge." Grinning, she waves him on ahead. Host first or something. He holds still while she untangles to prevent further tangling and laughs. "Would it?" Be awkward? Nah, it'd be okay, right? Once she stands, and he has his hand out for her if she needs it, he joins her and stretches his arms over his head. "I do have an awesome poker face. But you're right, I don't think I need it anymore." Their dishes can hang out out here for now, likely he'll take them down for washing tomorrow or just later, whenever that is, because he's not gonna deal with them right now. "I do kind of love it out here," he comments, throwing one last look out over the lake before he turns fully to lead her back into his place. He holds the curtain open for her and proceeds when she's through, opens up a few glows since it's darker now and goes to the fireplace to start that fire he mentioned. While he's busy doing that she has the run of the place, but it doesn't take him too long to put the wood on just right, to get a spark from the flint, and moments later they have a nice little fire to warm them. Does that rock move? She never answered that question from earlier. So now as he's moving around the weyr finding his glows and lighting the fire, she's over there again. But when the place comes alive with better visibility, Sabs abandons her prodding of the rock to focus onto whatever E'sren is doing instead. She'll take a seat on the large couch, fully eased back into the natural pacing of their relationship now. Without missing a bit she brings up the night before, running through all of the funny jokes they made then. Including maybe, an explanation about why exactly she and Telavi were talking about skin flakes. And she won't miss an opportunity to slip a little closer, though she won't try to make anymore first moves for the rest of the night. |
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Comments on "Logs:First Date"Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 07 May 2013 03:36:21 GMT.
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