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[cold_dry_pieces]

|[Text | BACKDATED to evening of 3/13]|

Why I thought I should come back to New York in February I don't know, it'd be ten degrees hotter in Granada and wouldn't rain half as much.

Mara, baby, where are we going for dinner? Somewhere ritzy, you pick. I think I want to paint later.




|[ooc; THIS LATE POST BROUGHT TO YOU BY WEATHER DELAYS. no srsly a 20 min drive took 2 hours and 6 downed trees across the road, orz I am really sorry. backdate with meee? ilu... ;_; Backstory here. screeeeam sorry forever ;_;]|

Comments

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I feel like Italian. Pasta and sauce and that fancy bread they have.

Whaddaya feel like painting tonight?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Absolutely.

You, gorgeous. What else?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Awwww, sweetie, you say the nicest things. But I meant what kind of painting, are you gonna put me in a costume, or just, well, you know.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I'm buttering you up with a swell dinner so you won't complain about being cold.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Ain't the cold, it's the not moving. I get antsy.

Maybe we should go dancing first?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Need me to tire you out first? I can manage that.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

You're the best. Dinner, dancing, and all on your dime.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I've always got a dime to spare for you.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

This is why we work so well.