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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 19:18:24 GMT -5
She pushed her hair out of her face, and popped the back off of the controller. She bit her lip, cutting the wires and stripping the ends before twisting them back together. She replaced the old batteries, then walked over to Oliver. "Okay, try it now." She said, sitting next to him. She smiled, handing him the battery pack too.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 19:30:23 GMT -5
Oliver gave it a test, and found that it worked perfectly fine. He looked over at Dusty with a grin. "And you're calling me smart? You're pretty smart too."
It didn't matter so much that she didn't know his big secret yet. They'd found something that they could both enjoy together, and it had been a long time since Oliver had been able to do this sort of thing with someone. Even in class there wasn't much hands on work, and more work out of the book. "What are you going to school for?" He couldn't help but ask.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 19:48:56 GMT -5
"A monkey could strip a wire.." She said flatly, biting her lip as she looked over his shoulder, careful not to touch him.
"I'm starting on my PhD." She said, still watching what he was doing. "Hopefully it will take a really, really long time. And I won't have to marry that horrible boy." She really didn't want to marry him. She wanted to marry who she chose, not who her father thought was good for her. "But I'm taking aerospace science and engineering on the side." She looked up at her father in the door again.
"Don't sit so close to people. It's bothersome, Dusty." He told her, and she moved back a bit.
"Sorry, Oliver.." She mumbled.
"Get dressed. You have a dinner to go to."
"With John?"
"No, with your mother and I."
"Can Oliver come?"
"If Oliver wants." And he walked off.
"You wanna come?" She asked, leaning over his shoulder again. "There will be food and dancing and it will be fun!"
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 20:28:24 GMT -5
"I'd say that depends on the monkey, but it I have always found it pretty easy." He stated with a grin. When Dusty revealed what she was studying, it was all Oliver could do to stop himself from flying off the deep end. As it was, his excitement was evident in his expression and his mannerisms. "So am I!"
Oliver just shrugged when Dusty apologized to him. He didn't really care how closely people sat to him, so long as they paid some attention to personal space (the way that Charlie HADN'T...but in her case, he'd made an exception).
"Sure, I'll come. I just...just so long as I don't have to dance too much."
He wasn't about to turn down that invitation, though. No way in hell!
Oliver continued to fiddle with the car, showing a great deal of precision in what he was doing. "So how do you like aerospace and engineering? I love it, though I wish Wilbur was here for it." He was more caught up in messing around with that car than what was going on around him, hence his error in blurting THAT one out.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 20:54:46 GMT -5
She walked into her closet, pulling out one of her gowns. She walked behind the changing screen, and started to putt on the complicated dress.
"I love it. It's so much fun. The teacher said my class gets to build rockets some time next week. And then we're gonna go fire them off." She pulled the slip over her head, then stepped into the dress. She watched the maid come over, and helped her lace up the back. The maid fixed her hair, pulling it up into a clip, a few curls falling around her face. She walked out, sitting on the edge of the bed to put her heels on.
"Who's Wilbur? You have a brother?" She asked, looking over at him. She ran her hands over her gun metal grey dress, looking as pretty as ever. "You know you have to go put on a tux, right? Dad might have one that fits. And if not, the maid can always fix it."
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 21:05:41 GMT -5
Oliver grinned at the mention of rockets. "Yeah, I did that last year too. It's just too bad we aren't in the same classes, though maybe I can help you out with it, seeing as I've taken all of the classes you're in before?" That and he was something of an expert on the art, even if it wasn't readily available to him at all times. He was getting better at that.
Oliver couldn't help but stare when Dusty emerged, all made up. She looked absolutely stunning. Not that she hadn't before, but now? The look most definitely suited her. Oliver rose to his feet. "I do. Well...did." It was the truth. He didn't have a brother named Wilbur now, but he did in the past.
"I have no problem wearing a tux, I just don't exactly carry one around with me at all times." And while he had no problem fixing and building things, conjuring up a tuxedo out of nowhere was proving to be a BIT difficult.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 21:16:59 GMT -5
She smiled when he stood up. "You're going to look so cute in a tux." She said, resting her hand on his forearm as she pulled him out of the room, her heels clanking on the floor.
"Mum! Mum. Oliver needs a tuxedo." She said, leaning over the staircase. Her mother climbed the stairs, looking as beautiful as Dusty.
"Dusty, princess. You need a necklace and earrings." She told her, kissing her forehead.
"Yes, mummy." She said, and walked back into her room. Her mother lead him to the bedroom she shared with her father, pulling out a tuxedo she thought would fit him. She closed the door, then went to help Dusty with her jewelry. Dusty waited a bit, then walked over to her parent's room, toying with her necklace.
"Oliver? Does it fit?" She asked from the other side of the door.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 21:23:07 GMT -5
Oliver walked silently behind Dusty's mother, unsure of what to say to the woman without slipping into the same old 'your majesties' that Dusty apparently hadn't liked.
He put on the tuxedo that Dusty's mother selected for him, discovering that it actually fit quite well. He did the tie with ease, recalling a time where one had to dress like this all of the time. Jeans and t-shirts were a late 20th century fashion, after all.
As Oliver looked in the mirror, he glimpsed a reflection that was not his own, but rather a reflection that he knew from a long time before. He smiled at the man who looked back at him, the man he knew to be himself, until he heard Dusty's voice at the door and was called back to reality. Oliver headed toward the door and opened it, beaming. He looked perfectly at home in a tux. "You tell me."
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 21:31:14 GMT -5
She blushed a bit, reaching out to fix his jacket a bit and button one of the buttons. "You look amazing. Not everyone looks so well in a tuxedo." She said with a smile, running her hand across his jaw for a moment before turning and bounding down the stairs. "We're ready!" She called, then took Oliver's arm, following her parents out to the limo. Showing up in a car was frowned upon, even here. She climbed in with the held of her father, and took a seat across from them.
"When you said you wanted to bring a friend over, I didn't expect someone quite as handsome. He looks very dignified." Her mother said, smiling over at him. Dusty folded her hands in her lap, blushing again.
"Yes, ma'am." She said quietly, watching the trees pass by.
"And you go to school?" Her father asked him.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 21:36:22 GMT -5
Oliver felt a bit sheepish when she had to button one of his buttons - He was particular about looking good for these occasions, and the fact that he forgot something sort of bothered him. That and he was realizing for the first time that he really wanted to impress Dusty.
He followed Dusty into the car and took a seat across from her parents. Once again he felt pretty awkward, but couldn't help but smile at her mother's words. Oliver was surprised to hear Dusty's father's question directed toward him, but he took it in stride.
"I do, actually. I met your daughter at the university. Come to discover we're both taking aerospace and engineering classes at the moment." Oliver held his hands clasped in his lap out of nervousness, though he spoke straight and evenly. At least his nervousness wasn't affecting his ability to speak?
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