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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jun 4, 2012 22:29:49 GMT -5
"good morning." He was pleased with her tone, her hair messy and perfect all at the same time. Seeing someone first thing in the morning was such a nice feeling. He could stay in that bed with her all day, snuggling close, but it was apparent she was uncomfortable with the arrangement by the way her body tensed. He pulled away a little, giving her the space she needed to wrap the blanket up. He didn't mind seeing, but she did. "I.. forgot I was going to wake up without clothes on.."
"It doesn't bother me." He offered in a very soft, gentle voice. He didn't want her to take it the wrong way. He didn't want her to think he wanted to ogle her naked body, but he wouldn't mind visually appreciating it. It was different, or it was in his mind.
His smile broadened when she turned to look at him. He simply gazed at her, appreciating her pure beauty. He was about to open his mouth to talk when there was a loud knock on the door. Griffin couldn't agree with Claire more when she mentioned it was awful timing and in a moment Cheyenne was in the apartment, staring at them. Thankfully at least he was dress, and even more thankfully his wings were tucked away. He didn't want to show them off to Cheyenne even though he knew she knew.
"Holy shit, you fucked him.."
Griffin furrowed his brows. She certainly had a way with words. He instantly felt bad for Claire as she tried to no avail to explain they had only spent the night together, not in passion, but as friends. Besides, Cheyenne should know Claire was an animal all night! They certainly couldn't get frisky during that time. Not frisky in the way Cheyenne thought, anyway.
The man laid there and listened to them go back and forth, feeling worse and worse for Claire with each passing second. Cheyenne was inconsiderate and demanding, but this wasn't Griffin's battle, it was hers.
"I NEED to talk to my SISTER! Gawd, Claire! Selfish, much!?"
"Get me some clothes and we can talk. It's kind of weird being the only naked person here."
Fortunately Cheyenne listened as Claire turned to him and apologized for the outburst. "I know you weren't." He said kindly, a soft smile on his lips. He leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek before getting out of the bed. "I'll go out and grab us all some breakfast and give you guys a few moments. I won't be long." He offered, squeezing Claire's shoulder as he passed. He grabbed his sweatshirt and shoes and got dressed as he made his way to the door. "I'll be back in twenty." He offered, not wanting to ruin the morning completely. Cheyenne could have her sister time and Griffin could continue his morning with Claire.
It was a win win.
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jun 4, 2012 22:45:24 GMT -5
"Get me some clothes and we can talk. It's kind of weird being the only naked person here." She rolled her eyes and bsuied herself in her sisters drawers, pulling out underwear, jeans and a cute t-shirt that hung off the shoulder. Cheyenne stole that one last summer and still missed it, but it always looked better on Claire's frail build.
"Thanks Griff!" She said putting a fake smile on her mouth as he moved on. She was glad Claire got laid, but this... she just needed to tell her THIS! She waited for Griffin to leave before turning back on her sister. "You know, you live in a tiny studio, I can hear everything you say...that being said, I'm not the one with the rats nest on my head, Medusa." She grumbled making herself at home and getting the juice out of the fridge. She poured herself a glass and slumped on the couch.
While sitting there she eyed Claire's phone and picked it up. It was dead. "God, don't you ever charge your phone?" She rolled her eyes and dropped it, turning back to her sister as she got dressed.
"Okay, so I want to know all about the details of your little slumber party, but...Claire.... Claire you just don't even know.." She heaved suddenly and shut her eyes, shaking her head. "Christ I'm going to be sick..." She shook her head again and then took a long sip of juice to try and ease her nerves.
"Okay... what I'm about to tell you stays between us, because if I find out you told anyone, so help me I will shift and tear you apart." She warned, pointing an accusing finger at her sister before placing the nearly empty glass down.
"Okay, anyway... I was at moms last month because she needed my help with some legal shit, and while I was there I started looking at that old photo album she keeps from when we were little and stuff. Anyway, there's a picture of her before I was born with this guy, and he's got blond hair so I asked who she was and she got all pissed off and told me she didn't remember and to put it away and, well you know how mom is, so I took the picture, figuring maybe he was my dad. Yah know, because he looks like me a little? Anyway fast forward to, like, last week. Remember I told you that douche cop was hitting on me? Well I met him for drinks and decided, hey, I'll screw him and he'll take my picture and try to locate the guy. Well... he fucking did." She shut her eyes and shook her head, reaching for the glass again. "I think I know who my father is." The thought made her gag.
"And I think I have a brother.."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 5, 2012 20:56:43 GMT -5
Claire hated to see Griffin go but then again she was glad that she'd be able to put on clothes without giving him a show. It wasn't that she thought he'd look it was just she was very self conscious about her own body. Her eyes followed Griffin until he was out the door and then took the clothes that Chey tossed her way and started to dress before she even got out of bed.
"You know, you live in a tiny studio, I can hear everything you say...that being said, I'm not the one with the rats nest on my head, Medusa."
Claire jumped out of her bed and went to the bathroom to see what her sister was talking about. Her hair was a total mess! "For once can't I just wake up with great hair? Once?!" She whined at the mirror and grabbed a brush so she could try and comb out all the knots. She walked into the small little kitchen and sat down on one of the stools beside the island and watched her sister drink her juice. "Go ahead, help yourself." She nodded sarcastically. Chey always did help herself but Claire didn't mind.
"Okay, so I want to know all about the details of your little slumber party, but...Claire.... Claire you just don't even know.." She wanted to set the record straight that her and Griffin didn't do anything but the way Cheyenne was acting she knew she wasn't going to be able to get a word in so she just sat there brushing her nappy hair and waiting patiently for her to get to the punchline.
"Okay... what I'm about to tell you stays between us, because if I find out you told anyone, so help me I will shift and tear you apart." The redhead rolled her eyes at her sister and then gave a girl scout salute to her teasingly, "scout's honor!"
"Okay, anyway... I was at moms last month because she needed my help with some legal shit, and while I was there I started looking at that old photo album she keeps from when we were little and stuff. Anyway, there's a picture of her before I was born with this guy, and he's got blond hair so I asked who she was and she got all pissed off and told me she didn't remember and to put it away and, well you know how mom is, so I took the picture, figuring maybe he was my dad. Yah know, because he looks like me a little? Anyway fast forward to, like, last week. Remember I told you that douche cop was hitting on me? Well I met him for drinks and decided, hey, I'll screw him and he'll take my picture and try to locate the guy. Well... he fucking did. I think I know who my father is."
This was definitely big news for the girl.. neither of them knew anything about their fathers, only that they had different dads. Their mother was a bit of a harlot and she got around town sleeping with whoever would buy her a drink, sort of like Cheyenne did, and she'd gotten knocked up with them. She'd never tell them anything about their fathers and whenever the subject was brought up she'd either wave it off or say she didn't know. Claire always wondered how her mom didn't know who her dad was, did she sleep with a lot of redheads?! Then again maybe her dad wasn't a redhead, but red hair ran in his family?
"And I think I have a brother.."
Claire just.... sat there. The brush was now on the counter even though her hair was still a mess. She stared at her sister almost as if Claire had gone to mars and left her body there. After a long pause she blinked and shook her head slowly from side to side. "Chey tell me you didn't. Oh god, tell me you didn't! Did you sleep with him?!" She stood up and gave her sister a look of total disgust. She wasn't disgusted with Cheyenne but just the thought of sleeping with a sibling... that would be like her and Chey having weird lesbian sex! It just wasn't right!
"Did you sleep with him?!" She asked again, not sure if Cheyenne answered her or not since she'd gone off in her own head again. She shuddered and started pacing around her apartment shaking her arms and hands like she was trying to shake the idea from her mind. "Are you SURE?! Like you're positive this guy's dad is your dad? Cheyenne answer meeeee!" She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and started to shake her uncontrollably.
"SPEAK!"
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jun 5, 2012 21:59:23 GMT -5
"Chey tell me you didn't. Oh god, tell me you didn't! Did you sleep with him?!" Just hearing Claire say that made another wave of nausea pass over her. God, she'd been so close...
"Did you sleep with him?!" Chey looked up at her sister, surprised at how uppity she was. Why did Claire ALWAYS have to blow up all these crazy things Cheyenne got herself into? Granted, this was a doozy, even by her standards. "Are you SURE?! Like you're positive this guy's dad is your dad? Cheyenne answer meeeee!" She was so startled by Claire's outburst she had forgotten to answer, but she opened her mouth just as Claire yelled ta her to speak.
"I'm TRYING to!" She yelled back, throwing her hands in the air exasperatedly and pushing Claire's hands off her shoulders. "Christ, will you calm down! No. I didn't fuck him, thank God!" She huffed and pouted, looking at the counter and shook her head. "And I don't know we have the same dad. I don't even know if this guy IS my dad I just.. I guessed because I always thought I looked like him and..." She shut her eyes and shook her head.
"We were making out." She groaned and she dropped her face to the counter, her forehead pressing againt the cool marble as her hands wrapped over her head. "Oh my God, Claire.. when we realized it was just... God I'm never fucking anyone again. Christ! And the worst part is I don't even know if the guys my dad or if Brett's my brother, but fuck! I want to know who my dad is!" Her eyes came back up and she was almost pleading with her sister.
"How fucked is it that I might have made out with my brother?" She felt dizzy again and she visibly heaved. "I think I want to throw up again.. Yep... yep that's happening.." She grabbed the trash can as the juice she just drank came back up. It was sick to even think about. "I thought my own brother was hot." She cried into the can as another waved splattered into the bottom.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 6, 2012 18:00:11 GMT -5
At first Claire was like OHMYGODYOUSLEPTWITHYOURBROTHER! But then Claire was like YOUDONTEVENKNOW?! That was so typical of Cheyenne! "Seriously, you need to stop acting like mom. Who knows how many people you've slept with that might potentially be related!" Claire scolded and leaned against the little kitchen island making a face as her sister spewed orange juice into her trash.
Claire understood how Cheyenne felt.. the girl wanted to know who her father was and their mother always acted like she didn't know or would ignore the subject altogether. In a way Claire thought that maybe she did it to protect them.. but it was always a very selfish thing to do. They had grown up with no male figure around the house. Claire had often dreamed about what her father looked like, pretty sure that she acted a whole lot like him, because their mom wasn't awkward and clumsy the way that Claire was.
"Well you don't even know if he's really your brother so don't get ahead of yourself. Maybe it was just someone that mom knew. Maybe he's like.. a cousin!" At least if it was a cousin it wouldn't be as bad as it would if it were a brother. The thought of making out with a sibling... she shuddered at the thought. That would be like her and Cheyenne making out! She didn't make out with her sister! That was just gross to even think about!
Claire tried to give Chey a reassuring smile but it came out looking more like a grimace than anything else. "What are you going to do? A paternity test? Did you meet his dad yet?"
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jun 6, 2012 21:39:01 GMT -5
"Seriously, you need to stop acting like mom. Who knows how many people you've slept with that might potentially be related!" Cheyenne threw her sister the dirties look she could muster up. She hated their mother and she hated being compare to her, though anyone who knew them both knew Cheyenne was definitely her mothers daughter. They were two peas in a pod, which was exactly why they didn't get along.
When she was done giving her sour look she groaned and pressed her cheek against the table again, pouting. "Well you don't even know if he's really your brother so don't get ahead of yourself. Maybe it was just someone that mom knew. Maybe he's like.. a cousin!" Her groan came out again, this time louder. "Oh my god, shut up!" She whined. Cousin was no better!! "You don't understand, Claire!" She said lifting her head. "You have to see this guy. I mean... at first I just thought nothing of it but seriously? We're practically identical. We have the same eyes and hair and even our mouths are similar." She gagged again, nothing come up this time.
"What are you going to do? A paternity test? Did you meet his dad yet?"
Chey shrugged and shook her head. "I don't even know." She whined softly, pouting still. " And no, I didn't meet him. As soon as he said "Why are you looking for my dad?" I just gagged and bolted." She said, deepening her voice when she mimicked Brett. She even sounded a little like him. Gross. "And I want to meet him and get a test but...how do I even look Brett in the face? God, if he really is my brother, just... ugh. SO awkward. It's like, hey...I'm your daughter and by the way, Your son and I hooked up because my mom's a fucking whore." She wrinkled her nose. "Not the best terms to meet daddy dearest on." At least she knew she hadn't fucked her father, so that was good news.
"Oh God, I hope he's an only child..."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 7, 2012 1:27:49 GMT -5
Claire rolled her eyes at her sister who she thought was starting to overreact just a little bit. Okay, so maybe Cheyenne might have made out with a relative but she didn't even know for sure and all this craziness was going to seem ridiculous if she got the results and found out that she had been wrong. But then again it would be great to laugh about it later on!
Her sister rambled on about how she didn't know how to talk to the man she thought might potentially be her dad, and how she didn't know if she could look at Brett again. She was just so distraught that she wasn't thinking clearly! "Why don't you get your blood and Brett's blood testing to see if there's any comparisons? You can go to any lab and they do a genetics test to see if you have any similar genes." Claire knew way too much for her own good sometimes and although she'd been out of school for a while she still remembered hearing about that in her science classes. There was a way to test two different samples of DNA from two different donors to see if there are any genetic similarities. "They'll let you know if you have anything in common or whatever it is that they say, and if you do then you can figure out how to talk to his dad then."
She was trying to be helpful but Cheyenne really got herself in a mess this time! The more she thought about it she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her sister.. she might have a brother.. which meant that Claire and Cheyenne weren't just sisters anymore, Cheyenne would have someone else there for her. But she didn't want to think of that yet since she wasn't even sure if Brett was her brother. "You want some water? More juice... maybe a breath mint?" She couldn't smell Cheyenne's breath but she was sure it was likely acidic and gross.
"You should eat something and maybe not throw it up, which by the way you're taking out the garbage when you leave." She told her sister and decided that maybe this should be one of those times that she could get away with being affectionate and not get slapped by Chey, so she hopped her way around the kitchen and hugged her sister, planting a big kiss on her cheek. "You're going to be fine Chey just breathe. Geeze aren't you always telling me that? Do I need to medicate you?" She teased playfully. She didn't normally take medicine but she was prescribed anxiety pills from a therapist once. Thanks for the birthday present, mom she thought to herself, remembering that her mom had sent her to a therapist and called it her gift to make Claire all better. She really was a bitch sometimes.
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jun 7, 2012 19:26:10 GMT -5
"Why don't you get your blood and Brett's blood testing to see if there's any comparisons?" Did Claire think she hadn't thought of that yet? That was exactly what they were going to do, or what she wanted to do, but it was tracking the prick down and getting him to do that. How mortifying it would all be! "I know how genetic testing works, Claire." She growled at her sister, not mad at her, just in general.
"You want some water? More juice... maybe a breath mint?" Cheyenne pouted at the counter again and slowly shook her head. Though maybe a breath mint wouldn't be a bad idea... She would just barf again soon anyway. Every time she thought about it she got ill. She had to laugh a little when Claire told her she was taking the trash. "Yeah, I'll take it out, just remind me when I go." She grumbled more pathetically than angrily
Suddenly Claire was behind her, hugging her. The girls had never been overly physically affectionate with each other. It was neither of their thing, but when a hug was needed, they were usually aware of it. Cheyenne didn't even know how much she needed it at that moment until she felt her little sisters scrawny arms wrap around her. "You're going to be fine Chey just breathe. Geeze aren't you always telling me that? Do I need to medicate you?"
"No!" She laughed softly. "Brat.." She grumbled before sighing and pouting again, leaning into her sister and folding her arms over hers. "Ugh, I don't want a brother. Hell, I didn't want a sister either, but you're actually not that bad. I mean... look at your shoe collection." She said, not sounding just generally miserable. "He doesn't have nice shoes." She whined like a five year old. The girl sighed and leaned her head on her sister. "This sucks. I'm never fucking anyone again. Well... maybe not never again but for at least a couple weeks or something." She offered, "And I swear if you ever make fun of me I will seriously end you." She bit her Claire's arm softly and gave a growling chuckle before pushing Claire away.
"Alright... now that that's off my chest I need details. How was he? Griffin? Why didn't you tell me you were bringing him home!" Then it hit her suddenly. "Wait... wait you brought him home on a full moon? What the hell, did he have a death wish? Or did he come over this morning for some kinky breakfast sex! Because that's kind of hot.."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 9, 2012 1:15:32 GMT -5
"Ugh, I don't want a brother. Hell, I didn't want a sister either, but you're actually not that bad. I mean... look at your shoe collection." Claire had to laugh at her sister and shake her head at her, she was pretty sure that this Brett dude didn't have nice shoes the way Claire did. She felt bad for her sister but she knew that she would be okay. Cheyenne was one tough cat and if anyone could handle herself it was her!
Claire rolled her eyes about the comment about not sleeping with anyone for a while. She knew that would last less than a week, but she didn't blame her sister. In fact she only ever called her a slut when she was extremely pissed at her and it took a lot of Cheyenne to really piss Claire off to that point. She was just like mom and although she hated it, it wasn't necessarily that bad of a thing. Cheyenne always got what she wanted from people and life and that kept her happy.
"Alright... now that that's off my chest I need details. How was he? Griffin? Why didn't you tell me you were bringing him home!" Only Cheyenne could bounce from potentially finding out that she made out with her brother to Claire's nonexistent sex life. "Wait... wait you brought him home on a full moon? What the hell, did he have a death wish? Or did he come over this morning for some kinky breakfast sex! Because that's kind of hot.." "Oh my god!" Claire shook her head and snatched the brush up from the counter again and started to yank it through her tangled red hair.
"We didn't..." She looked around as if she was expecting Griffin to pop in or someone to be listening through the walls so she whispered, "..do it!" Claire could be so lame sometimes and this was definitely one of those times. Even thinking about having sex with Griffin turned her face the same color as her hair and she had to look at the ground. "He wanted to be with me on the full moon. He wanted to see what it would be like so I agreed," she shrugged and looked at her sister again.
"There was no sex! We watched movies and he read to me. It was nice to have company and we fell asleep in the bed then somebody had to barge in here acting all crazy!" Claire said and stuck her tongue out at the blonde to show she was joking. She didn't need Cheyenne to start screaming or retching in her trash again, once was gross enough for her.
"Besides, I'm not even sure what we are. Like, he kisses me and I'll kiss him but that's about it. There's no label and that's okay, I guess." She wasn't really sure what she thought about that. She knew he obviously liked her since he would kiss her and hold her hand, but what exactly did that mean?
"Maybe you should stay away from the bar for a few days. Let's go out fishing. You know someone with a boat, don't you? See if we can borrow it and we'll just go work on our tans. I mean it can't rain forever, can it?" In fact she could hear it trickling a little outside but it wasn't too bad and probably wouldn't get any heavier for the day. "We can go bathing suit shopping." Shopping was always so much fun, and if she could get Cheyenne off the topic of her and Griffin before he got back she could die happy. Cheyenne just always knew how to embarrass her in front of him.
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jun 10, 2012 12:15:31 GMT -5
They didn't do it!? Why was it so crazy for Cheyenne to assume her sister got laid? As she thought it she knew it had been. Claire was the queen of botching up any potential one night stand or any relationship involving men at all. The girl was crazy for her colleague, which automatically made her unable to do anything but stay in the friend zone. She was hopeless.
"He wanted to be with me on the full moon. He wanted to see what it would be like so I agreed," Cheyenne wrinkled one brow and raised another as if that was the stupidest thing she'd ever done. Seriously, who invites Adonis to their house while they're stuck in cat form and watches movies and listens to Studly McStudlison. "You guys are such complete weirdos."
"Besides, I'm not even sure what we are. Like, he kisses me and I'll kiss him but that's about it. There's no label and that's okay, I guess." Cheyenne was about to interject with some words of wisdom when Claire decided she wanted to change the topic. How like her! But that didn't mean Cheyenne had to.
"Yes. I agree, we should go sailing and work on our tans. You know what?!" She faked excitement, "Why don't you invite Griffin! I mean, he's got to work on his tan too, right? We'll sail out into the middle of the ocean where no one can see us and he can let those pretty little wings of his out and we can all have a merry time tanning. Then if you two wanted to slip below deck for a little R and R, it would all be good. I could man the boat and you to can finally get down and dirty. No one needs labels to get down and dirty...unless the label is "brother" and then..." She made a face like she was going to be sick, and for a moment Cheyenne thought she actually might get sick again. "Not going to think about that... No..."
Her blue eyes went back to her sister, grinning. "What do you think? I think it sounds like an awesome idea! That way you two lovebirds can talk labels. Actually, you know what? Maybe you should talk labels today! And have some fucking morning sex, Jesus your vagina's going to shrivel up if you don't use it, and then it will turn into some weird cat magnet and before you know it that shitty cat of yours is going to sixty new friends." She got up and started bagging the trash up. "With that, Why don't I leave you to brush your nasty teeth and dust the cobwebs out of your panties before he gets back."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 11, 2012 0:53:08 GMT -5
Claire let out a sigh when Cheyenne started talking about inviting Griffin out boating with them, didn't she see that Claire was trying to give them a day to just go out together as sisters?! But then again Chey would do anything to make sure that Claire was having sex, which was really weird but then again not so much since it came from Cheyenne. She was used to it from her sister and she never let up when it came to her sex life.
Of course she didn't stop at just inviting Griffin out boating, she told Claire to talk to him about labels and even had to make a comment about Claire's private parts which made her turn red out of embarrassment. She was glad that Chey decided to leave right after though and took her puke bag with her. She saluted her as a way to say goodbye. "Get out already so I can! Sheesh you think I want him to see me looking like I threw my head in a blender?! Go!" Of course Claire would never really kick her sister out and she even laughed as she said it, pointing to the door.
"Don't let it hit you on your way out either, weirdo." She teased and snatched up the brush again trying to comb out all the knots except it wasn't really working well. Luckily, she had some detangling spray in the bathroom and hurried to go grab it, spritzing some of it in her mess of hair and when it got wet it made it a lot easier to pull the brush through. It didn't take her long to comb out all the tangles with the spray bottle, but then her hair was all damp and flat so she had to grab the blow dryer while she stuck her toothbrush in her mouth. She brushed her teeth and dried her hair at the same time, a multitasking diva!
When she was done with that she checked herself out in the mirror, making sure her clothes weren't on backwards or anything. Her shirt hung off one shoulder and although it was supposed to do that it bugged her a bit and she kept grabbing at it trying to pull it onto her shoulder for it just to slip down again. "God, Chey.. you make such a mess," she said talking to herself and cleaned out the glass that her sister had used and setting it on the counter to dry. She wondered what Griffin was going to come back with for breakfast, she was getting pretty hungry!
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jun 12, 2012 10:46:08 GMT -5
Griffin caught Claire coming out of the complex he was just coming into, hauling what appeared to be Claire's trash. That was unexpected;y kind of her... "Everything okay?" He asked kindly and she flashed him her 100 watt smile and nodded, heading off. He watched, mildly bewildered, before shrugging and heading on in. Cheyenne was as much a mystery as her sister, but at least her sister seemed worth figuring out.
He made it to her floor and knocked a few times then opened then door, assuming his admittance was still allowed since he'd just left there and he came with food. "Claire?" He called out and then smiled, coming in completely and noticing she had gotten dressed and combed her hair. A part of him was a little disappointed. He'd wanted to relish in her naked, messy morning glory a little. She had been sleepy and beautiful and uninhibited. Then he thought maybe they could try again next month, a thought that made his body warm with gladness.
His eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, as they tended to do these days and then he looked at the bag in his hand, finally holding it up for her to see, grinning. "So is Cheyenne alright?" He asked placing the large paper bag on the counter and unrolling the top noisily. He pulled out a couple of small containers and placed them on the table. "She just gave me a smile when I saw her but didn't really say anything. I just got some bagels. There's a few different kinds in here. I wasn't sure what you liked to have, and I got some plain cream cheese and lox cream cheese." His smile was a little bashful. "Since you like fish.. and so do I." He offered, pushing the bag towards her.
"Do you have plans today?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 13, 2012 21:38:45 GMT -5
Claire was still trying to figure out just how she felt about the idea of Cheyenne possibly having a brother when she heard the knock on the door and it opening. "Claire?" She'd still been standing next to the little island, staring down at the surface and tensed. She didn't realize she had been so stiff until she finally relaxed her shoulders and arms and gave a big smile to Griffin. She was definitely glad that he decided to come back. "Look who came back," she teased and scrunched up her nose at him as if it were her own way of showing that she was kidding and then spotting the bag. She was starving!
"So is Cheyenne alright?" She nodded but didn't say anything, knowing that if she said anything Chey was going to be so pissed. Though she doubted that Griffin would go to Cheyenne and tell her that Claire told him, but she figured maybe she should wait until Chey found out for sure before she said a word.
He explained what he got and why he got it and Claire couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought of it. "Let's open those suckers up!" She walked around the island and grabbed a knife for them to share to cut and put the spread on their bagels. When she had her bagel she opened up the container of lox and eyed it. "You know, I've never tried lox before. Strange, huh?" She sniffed it and it smelled safe enough so she spread some of it over one half of the bagel and then topped it with the other half.
"Do you have plans today?"
Was he planning on bailing on her after their little brunch? She had hoped they could spend the day together, but if he already had plans then she'd just find something else to do for the day... like go shoe shopping. "I don't.. well what are your plans? I was sort of maybe.. possibly hoping we could hang out today? I mean you're not going to just dine and dash, are you?" She was pretty sure he wouldn't do that, but she kept a wary eye on him as she picked up her bagel and took a bite. "pwehdy gud" she said with a mouthful of bagel, her hand covering her mouth and then giving a thumbs up.
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jun 14, 2012 8:45:10 GMT -5
"I don't.. well what are your plans? I was sort of maybe.. possibly hoping we could hang out today? I mean you're not going to just dine and dash, are you?" It was endearing the way she said it, almost as if she was shy about asking him to spend the rest of the day with her which was exactly what he was hoping to do. The smile he gave her was his typical gentle one, showing his kind disposition. He laughed though when she commented on the bagel, her mouth full. It was so...Claire. Could she be any more adorable?
"I'm glad you like it." He said softly, amusement in his voice. "I thought you might." He spread some on his own bagel, keeping it open instead of closed like Claire. It was his bagel eating preference.
"I didn't make plans today in the hopes you would have none." He explained in his own casual, but mildly bashful way, taking a bite of his breakfast and watching Claire as she chewed. He enjoyed studying her. Finally he peeled his eyes away realizing he was staring, which he was comfortable doing but knew wasn't exactly appropriate.
"Well, since we both intended to do something together, we should make plans." He said softly peaking at Claire for a second before his eyes moved down again. "If it didn't take so long to get there and back I'd suggest one of the destinations I read about last night, but that's not exactly plausible." He teased gently, "So I guess we'll have to settle for something a little closer to home. There are nature trails in the woods just past the city, and there's always the pier or Megsy Isle." He offered trying to come up with a plan. "Or.." He gulped, shrugging, "We could watch the rest of those movies here. Or at my house.. Or play games. Relax.." He shrugged.
"What would you rather? Easy day inside? Active day outside? Or maybe something in between?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jun 21, 2012 0:07:38 GMT -5
"I didn't make plans today in the hopes you would have none." Man, the two of them clearly didn't talk their plans out that well, did they? Claire thought it was kind of funny and could have been avoided with better communication skills but it wasn't bad. All they had to do was figure something out now and then do it! She had to admit she was happy that he was plan free otherwise she was going to have a pretty sucky day by herself. Not as if she could talk to her nutty sister who was probably throwing up on the side of the road somewhere.
"Well, since we both intended to do something together, we should make plans." She clicked her tongue at him, winking and pointing simultaneously before tapping the tip of her nose. They were on the same page! She listened to him as he started to give out suggestions to what he thought would be a good idea for the day and she had to admit that they were all pretty darn tootin' good ideas! She especially liked the suggestion of going to visit one of his former destinations, only she knew that wouldn't be possible. Not today and not with her credit card debt that was for sure!
"Hmm.." she tapped her finger to her pursed lips as she tried to think. That's when she realized he was still in the same clothes he had worn the night before. "How about we make a pit stop at your place so you can change, unless you wanted to wear those clothes. In that case then it's cool I mean I know I've worn clothes two days in a row before!" She felt like an idiot suggesting he went home and changed. Who the hell was she, his mom?!
"Maybe we could do something in between! Maybe we could head to the pier? Do some window shopping? I love the little vendors they have near the pier, I'm a total sucker for handmade things," she explained shamelessly. She must have had at least a dozen henna bracelets in an old shoe box that she had bought at different times from one of the vendors. "Then maybe we could go back to your place with some food and watch some more movies? Poke around at some more of your journals?" She thought about his other suggestions and then pointed at him with wide eyes. "Sorry! The game! Please tell me you've played. It's the BEST game in the whole entire world and I have it!" God she loved that stupid game.
"So what do you say? Or we could totally do something else. It's cool." She shrugged nonchalantly and acted like it was no big deal, but she really wanted to play Sorry now.
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