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Sebille had decided to
intrude on Null's time alone. She didn't have the nerve to go into his room
when he was there and she was still curious about him. It wasn't like her and it confused her
but she was still enjoying it.
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It was nice to not
understand one's feelings for a change.
"Mind if I bother you a bit?"
"No..."
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And there was no harm done
since he said he didn't mind.
Long moments passed in silence. It wasn't the awkward kind that they had
experienced before, but a warm and quiet silence. Though, perhaps a bit
nervous --on Null's side.
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He did end up sliding his
hand behind her back and around her... She had been rather amused at his
silent nervousness but now she smiled due to his actions.
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"Hmm...."
She mumbled and broke the silence, getting a silent question in return.
This man really didn't need to speak. He said most of everything with the
tiniest gestures. You just had to look a little harder to catch them.
She
found it... refresting.
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"Somehow... this necklace
really suits you, doesn't it..."
"..."
It did. It was like it was made for him... and perhaps it was. Maybe he had
had it custom made. But then again, it was kind of hard to imagine him
walking into a jewellery store and asking for them to make him a necklace.
She smiled at the thought.
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"You own a real one too,
right?"
"24."
" . . . "
Eh? She didn't really need to know that. 'I hope he didn't bring all of them
with him when he came here', she thought.
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Sebille was beginning to feel
slightly drowsy. She was comfortable, more comfortable than she had been in
a long, long while.
She could no longer resist reaching her hand up to his hair.
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She had no idea how the
tall (and very pleasantly scented) man would react but she didn't
think it would be another one of those
"You-thouch-me-one-more-time-and-I'll-kill-you-for-good" -reactions.
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No... it certainly wasn't. But he did
remove her hand.
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Perhaps he really didn't
like to be touched?
Now, that wouldn't do... that wouldn't do at all.
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It was time for a change
of position. She didn't really want to fall asleep on the couch. It would
propably be extremely comfy but she'd definitely wake up all alone hours
later and have a flu.
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And he'd need to get used
to touching.
Then, it occured to her; maybe there was another reason he didn't want her
to touch him... Maybe he didn't want to lose control again? Though, that
might just have been wishful thinking on her part.
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Oh well, at least he
didn't lift her off of his lap...
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The downside was... that
she could no longer take her eyes off of him. Though, she didn't really think
it was a bad thing... but she did think that she might've been moving a little
too fast.
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This man.. he didn't have
social skills and she didn't know what he had done in the past. She didn't
know if he had had anyone... and she didn't know what would be okay,
either.
But what good was logic anyway? To hell with it.
She could no longer resist.
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Yeah, logic sucked.
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He was so handsome... and she loved his eyes. They were just a bit cold but still so lovely.
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When she finally managed
to pull her eyes off his, she noticed something.
"A scar?"
A tiny, seemingly insignificant, scar. But scars told their own stories,
even if it looked small, something much, much bigger might've happened.
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"What happened?"
" ...A bullet."
Wow... she had never even seen a real gun, much less experienced being shot
at. She wondered how much it had hurt. Had he lost his composure? He was
always so calm but he must've showed a different expression then...
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"It wen't in here?"
"Came out."
"You were shot from behind?! That seems a bit cowardly-- Wait, then you must
have another scar on your back? Can I see it?"
She sounded a bit too excited, didn't she? And people didn't usually ask if
they could see someone else's scars, did they?
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"..."
Yeap. Way too excited.
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She brought her legs down
from the couch and slid herself slightly off his lap.
"Uhm... Sorry, I don't usually talk this much."
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"I should propably leave
before I end up bothering you too much..."
" ..."
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Embarassing. She really
never spoke that much, much less so when she didn't really get answers. What
had gone into her? It was time for her to scamper off and leave him to his
papers.
Just as she was getting up, however...
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She was pulled from
behind. She let out a small, surprised gasp.
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"Not yet..."
Now, that she hadn't expected. She had been sure she was bothering him with
her incoherent babbling. For some reason, with him, she just couldn't keep
quiet. She'd never had that problem with anyone before.
Anyway, she was happy. She was comfortable and she was content.
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