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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 27, 2008 20:40:54 GMT
"Oh." she says casting her eyes down to the floor before twirling a few locks of hair around her fingers. "So you think I'm just a slut who can never let anyone pass her guard then. That's fine." she says softly biting her lip now so she wouldn't continue giving off bitter comments.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 28, 2008 3:02:26 GMT
I'm really very bad at this, aren't I? I ask the ceiling silently, before looking back at her and shaking my head. "No, that's not it at all. I'm the one who I said can't let her guard down, for one. All of those were just reasons I disliked you to begin with... and I have a lot of trouble changing a first impression, no matter how much evidence I get. Just ask Fitzy," I add, forcing a laugh and shaking my head.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 28, 2008 3:17:49 GMT
Shell just shrugs lightly before sitting on the counter, still avoiding Arden completely. Picking up the pocketwatch around her neck she studied it carefully as if it was some newly found object that she had never seen before.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 28, 2008 3:30:21 GMT
I shake my head briefly when she doesn't respond, and decide to just study my hands. Perhaps because of her pocketwatch, however, I find my hand drifting toward my pocket instead, and taking out that key.
Awfully stupid to carry some old key around. I don't know why I do it. Especially lately, when it seems I've finally managed to move on pretty well.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 28, 2008 3:40:05 GMT
Shell takes a quick glance before looking back at the watch. She felt as if she was five years old again when her father told her that if she ever tried to slide down the banister, steal a cookie or trip the butlers or maids again that he was going to make her live in the forbidden forest. Actually the forest was sounding way better than sitting here in awkward silence.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 28, 2008 3:43:04 GMT
I whistle the few short notes I know after a moment, looking up again briefly.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 28, 2008 3:47:39 GMT
"So uh." she says lamely looking up at the same time Arden did causing her eyes to fall instantly back to the watch. "I like your shirt. It's umm. nice." she says sighing mostly at herself before biting her lip.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 28, 2008 3:50:48 GMT
I sigh slightly, looking briefly down at my shirt but not responding to the comment. "Look... I'm sorry if I offended you somehow."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 28, 2008 4:34:39 GMT
"You didn't." she lies just looking up briefly at her before glancing at the counter. "So I heard that you were leaving soon. Have a feeling Riley's gonna be upset for a while." she says softly before biting her lip.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 29, 2008 2:14:40 GMT
I bite my lip at that, noting as I do the difference between doing so thoughtfully, like now, and doing so in almost a conscious effort to hurt myself, like I do when I've hurt someone else.
"He'll get over it," I shrug, after picking through several different replies.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 29, 2008 3:53:12 GMT
Shell glances at her, rather shocked by her reaction. "You don't care that you're going to hurt him emotionally?" Some friend you are.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 29, 2008 17:04:14 GMT
I close my eyes briefly, shaking my head. "At the moment, not especially. And I know how bad that sounds, but...." I shrug, having no words.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Aug 30, 2008 3:13:03 GMT
"Just something you've got to do." she says with a nod to her before tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "Break from the consistency, a rut, something that's throwing you for an emotional or physical loop. Just some time to heal. Am I close?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Aug 30, 2008 14:13:08 GMT
"Somewhat," I shrug, shaking my head. "Definitely a rut, I kind of like that word. And... I just don't like the person I'm becoming... if that makes any sense."
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