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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 14:31:10 GMT -5
"I'm sure that regardless of what they told them, if they had been in better health, they wouldn't have left you there." She said, a yawn passing her bright red lips. She pulled the blanket closer around her, smiling over at him at his next comment. "Well, you never know. I've had friends who let their spouses run away with other people. Granted, they had a leash on them too." She teased, curling up more in her seat. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to stay awake. But the plane was so quiet and she was exhausted from waking early that morning.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 15:35:49 GMT -5
Khole just shrugged. He never thought of himself as having a family, whether it be by having parents or a wife. Having someone care for him more than a night always made him weary. But it wasn't like he was completely enable to have such a relationship. Damian was like a brother, and Khole had never tried to leave him. "I've never been good with a leash, guess that's another reason why girls don't stay long." He watched as she tried to curl up in the tiny seat. Girls could always fold their bodies to be comfortable in any which way, while guys usually had to sprawl out. He moved, his arm reaching to brush a blond curl from her eye before he returned his gaze to the ceiling.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 18:54:00 GMT -5
She smiled at the feeling of his fingers brushing against her forehead. "I tend not to do my hair very well when I know I'm just going to fall asleep." She said quietly, hugging her blanket close. No matter how hard she fought her sleep, she did end up falling asleep, one leg curled up underneath her and the other hanging off the seat. She wasn't awoken until she heard people moving around, and looked up. But she assumed the flight was only about half over. She dropped her blanket and raised her arms in a stretch before she reached up for her clutch. She fished her mirror out, checking her makeup before she tucked it away and put her clutch back with her luggage.
"Would you like anything, ma'am?" The flight attendant asked.
"Could I have a juice please?" She asked, and the woman fished out a little juice box, handing it to her.
"Woah, rad." She said with a smile, taking it from her.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 19:07:27 GMT -5
Khole had fallen asleep. His head moving ever so slightly as he moved in his sleep. The soft murmurs of others talking reached his ears, but he didn't move. He thought if he did, he would never fall back asleep and he just wanted to sleep for the rest of his ride. One eye fluttered open as he heard an exclamation from Peach. His tongue moved in his mouth, trying to push the thirst away. Khole was just too stubborn to disturb his sleep anymore. His hands moved up, elbows stretching over the seats as he lifted his head to place his hands underneath. "Any idea how much longer?"
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 19:15:32 GMT -5
Peaches looked over when he spoke, and couldn't help thinking how handsome he really looked like that. She smiled, taking a sip out of her juice box. When she removed the straw from her mouth, it had a red lipstick ring around it. "I dunno.." She leaned up, asking the woman in front of her for the time. From what she could tell, they didn't have much longer; a lot less time than she thought when she first woke up. She offered him her juice box, holding it out.
"I think they'll be landing in a little while." She said with a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 19:20:59 GMT -5
His head tilted up at the offer of her juice box, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he noticed the red ring. "Thanks," His voice gruff from napping so long. Khole reached out, taking the juice box. "Too bad there isn't any animal crackers," He laughed, handing the juice box back. Naturally, he went back to the way he was, eyes peeking over at her. She still looked as if she was pulled from a poster.
"You gonna look like that every time I wake up?" He asked, "'Cause if you do.. I'm gonna have to make sure I actually look good before we go run around London or someone might steal you away."
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 20:00:52 GMT -5
Peaches smiled at the comment about animal crackers. "I was more fond of peanut butter crackers." She teased, taking the juice box back. She drank a little more of it before she rested her arm on the arm rest, looking over at him. "This usually takes awhile to do. So, no, I don't wake up like this. Except maybe with a few curls. But aside from that, I look like me when I wake up." She said with a smile, looking up when they said they would be landing in ten minutes and everything needed to be secured.
She drank the rest of her juice, handing it back to the flight attendant. She handed her back her blanket before she stood up to fix her skirt and button-down shirt. "Do you always look so cute when you wake up? Because I might have to lock the door so we don't have those French women climbing in our window."
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 21:16:41 GMT -5
He laughed as she answered no. Khole couldn't imagine her being any less gorgeous. His ears perking as a flight attendant came over the intercom, his hands falling to buckle in the seat belt. "I'm glad we have a few days before ever having to go in another airplane.." He mumbled, looking over as Peaches handed the blanket and empty juice box.
"Better keep the door locked if you think uncontrollable bed hair is cute," Khole laughed, "But I doubt think the french girls would have anything on you." He flashed a toothy grin her way before peeking down the isle.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 21:42:03 GMT -5
"Honey, a lot of people don't have anything on me. How many girls have you met that look like they popped out of the 50's?" She asked with a teasing smirk. She sat down and buckled her seat belt, crossing her legs. She didn't have a problem with the landing, and barely blinked the entire time. She peeked out the window once they were landed, that smile reappearing on her face. "Cool. It's London." She said, looking over at him. She undid her seat belt and stood up, fishing out her luggage. One of the attendants took them from her, and she followed him out, watching them go through her luggage again. It too looked like it came out of the 50's, with the polka dotted dresses and short pencil skirts.
"I think the first sight I wanna see is our shower head." She told Khole with a smile, zipping up her bags. "I just wanna shower and go to bed."
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 21:50:16 GMT -5
Little chuckles escaped his throat before he drew in a deep breath, feeling the plane start to decline into it's landing. His stomach didn't turn as much like when they took off, his eyes looking as each person un-clicked their seat belt, crowding the isle. Khole made his way slowly off the plane, in no rush to stand around for his luggage. He waited by Peaches side as they checked her luggage and then his. "Sounds just fine with me." The groggy feeling of not getting much sleep washed over him.
He pulled his luggage along behind him as they made their way through the airport. "Know any french?" He asked, swiping his hand through his hair, moving it from his eyes.
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