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Post by georgiamay on Jan 16, 2014 23:17:21 GMT
Emilianna went into her own room, locking the door. She decided to change completely. She stripped down and pulled out a black set of lingerie. (YES!!! I can say that now xD) She changed and grabbed herself a pair of skinny dark blue jeans, slipping them on one leg at a time. She also took a red tank off a hanger, followed by a black cardigan. She slipped them both on and grabbed her black winter boots. She smiled, squatting to stretch the jeans a bit, and she shook her white-blonde hair out smiling as she slipped a black jacket with two columns of three buttons on over the cardigan.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 16, 2014 23:21:29 GMT
(( I know, right? It's wonderful! ))
Nero left the guest room, walking into the living room and sitting down on a couch while he waited for Emilianna to finish getting ready. He tapped his foot idly.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 16, 2014 23:34:45 GMT
Emilianna came out of her room, ready to leave. She smiled at Nero, happy he'd decided to stay. It'd been so long since she'd been around someone who was genuinely nice to her. "Ready to go, Nero?"
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Post by Confetti on Jan 16, 2014 23:37:57 GMT
Nero got up quickly from the chair. "Sure," he said, examining her choice in clothing, but being careful not to stare. "You're beauti-," he started saying, but he quickly cleared his throat and shifted his eyes to the wood floors, then back to her. "I like your clothes," he said, blushing a little on his pale cheeks. He cursed himself for bringing out such a genuine compliment in the first place.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 16, 2014 23:41:50 GMT
Emilianna turned dark pink with embarrassment and smiled humbly. "You're sweet, Nero." She said nothing more, unable to fathom his random compliment. Perhaps, it wasn't unwelcome. She grinned, mostly to herself, and took the lead from the apartment. She waited outside for him so she could lock it.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 16, 2014 23:44:19 GMT
Nero walked out the door, trying not to look at her on the way out because of his intense embarrassment. He was blushing a little, and it shown brightly on his pale cheeks. "Should we go to the clothes store first?" he asked, trying to take his mind off the awkward situation that had just happened.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 16, 2014 23:45:55 GMT
Emilianna smiled. "Whichever you prefer. I should let you know: you're going to be wearing Ralph Lauren." She closed the door and locked it beind him making for the elevator soon after.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 16, 2014 23:52:36 GMT
"Ralph who?" Nero asked, following her to the elevator. Fashion had never been his strong suit, given his tendency to use clothes he found in the garbage. He wished he had known about it when he had first come; he had taken the stairs.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 16, 2014 23:55:15 GMT
"Ralph Lauren. He's a human designer. He makes pretty nice clothes." She smiled. "I have a friend who is close to him, so I get her discount." She went into the elevator pressing the button for the lobby.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 0:01:07 GMT
"Cool," Nero said as he followed her into the elevator. He looked around the elevator like it was some kind of unknown technology. He had never been in one before; his parents would never let him ride one, and when he had left them he spent most of his time outside.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 0:04:15 GMT
The elevator smoothly made its way down 10 floors, opening to a busy lobby decorated in regal reds and golds. (Do you want to actually shop or just go there and skip to leaving the store? xD)
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 0:08:16 GMT
(( I vote to skip! XD ))
Nero left the elevator, his legs a little queasy from the unique experience. "How far away is the store?" he asked her.
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 17, 2014 0:13:21 GMT
{I'm probably not going to be on much for the rest of this week or next because of exams}
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 0:17:46 GMT
(( Awww ))
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 17, 2014 0:23:52 GMT
{Sorry, I'm just not very creative when I'm stressed. I'd rather not post than disrupt the flow.}
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