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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 22:28:28 GMT -5
"Well, I took French in high school. So.." She smiled over at him. She asked the woman at the desk where they could find their hotel, and she gave her directions in French. Peaches scrawled them down on her ticket stub, thanking her before she grabbed her luggage and started out of the airport. It wasn't long before they were there, and at the front desk.
"Bonjour." She told the boy at the desk with a smile. The look on his face was priceless, and he turned to the girl beside him, elbowing her. "You speak English?" She asked him, and he nodded slowly. "Okay, good. Because we need our room. Peaches Harrison." She said. He typed something in, then passed them a single key.
"We'll bring your luggage up." He said quietly.
"Well, thank you." She said with a smile, then started up the stairs.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 22:39:14 GMT -5
Khole stayed silent the whole way. There wasn't much on his mind, he was just too busy at looking at the passing buildings. Soon, they had arrived at their hotel, Khole followed behind Peaches, smiling at the people behind the front desk. "Thanks," He mumbled as he handed his luggage off, "Smoooth." He laughed, following behind her. A small groan escaping his lips as they approached the stairs, trudging his way up.
"I wonder why they would set up something like this.." Khole talked aloud as they reached the floor. He turned to look at Peach, giving his toothy grin as they found their room.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 22:45:48 GMT -5
"If you got it, abuse it to get your way." She said with a smile, slowly climbing the stairs so he didn't get a look up her skirt. She walked down the hall, admiring how beautiful the art on the walls were and how everything seemed so different from hotels back home.
"I have no idea. But spending a few days in London with a really cute guy isn't something I'm going to question." She said, bending a bit to slip the key into the hole. She turned it and pushed the door open, carefully wiggling it back out. "I remember when I was little and me and my dad would get hotel rooms. We'd take the two beds and push them together to make a gigantic bed, and we'd jump on them." She said with a smile, sitting the key on the desk. "If you'll excuse me." She said with a smile, brushing past him to get to the bathroom.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 22:54:05 GMT -5
"Cute," Khole laughed as she told a story of her dad. He let her pass, before walking over to where the beds were. His luggage was at the foot of one, he picked it up, placing it on the bed. He yawned, unzipping the bag, and pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Unzipping his jeans, he let them fall to the floor as he's hands moved to lift his shirt up. Plaid boxers were the only thing covering his body for a short moment as he looked into the mirror placed on a wall.
Khole dressed quickly, before walking over to the glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. It was set up with a small table, a few chairs, and flowers. His hand turned the knob, opening it so he could slip out, looking out at the view as he walked to the edge.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 23:01:32 GMT -5
Peaches took her shower, then got out. She towel dried her hair, then wrapped the towel around her chest. She used one of the combs to comb her hair, then make small curls with her fingers. She held her towel with her hand, and walked out of the bathroom, checking to make sure that she was covered. She looked over at Khole on the balcony, chewing on her lip for a moment. She walked over, standing just inside the door, looking out over the balcony.
"Wow. It's pretty out here, isn't it?" She asked with a smile, moving to lean against the door frame. She looked him over, her eyes wandering over every inch of his body before she met his eyes again.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 23:11:24 GMT -5
Khole's head turned, his body turning slightly to see her. A small grin appeared on his face as his eyes looked her from head to toe. "It's not the only thing," He turned back, leaning against the railing of the balcony. London was a good change of scenery and he had someone to share it with. His mind drifted as he eyes searched the streets, watching the people pass below. His breathed slowed, his tongue passing over his lips. "Thanks," He mumbled, looking momentarily up at the sky.
It was still weird to have someone care about him without meeting him. He understood it, they weren't able to take care of him.. but why would they do this for him? He sighed deeply, looking at the buildings across from them.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 23:21:09 GMT -5
"London's not standing in the balcony doorway in a towel, love." She said with a tip of her head before she started over to her bags. She fished through them, carefully pulling on her underwear beneath the towel before she dropped it and pulled her silk nightgown over her head. She twirled her hair around her finger, looking into her bag for her bobby pins. She grabbed a few and stuck them in the corner of her mouth before she walked out on the balcony with him.
"Feels good out here." She said from behind her bobby pins. She carefully made a curl, then pinned it to her head before making another one. "I wonder if we can find some pretty fabric here and bring it home. I have a friend who sews the most wonderful dresses. Maybe she could make you something, spiff you up." She teased.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 23:28:21 GMT -5
He chuckled, watching her put up her hair. "So now, I need spiffing up?" He smiled, looking at the tattoos on her arms. He yawned to himself, his hands stretching up into the air, relaxing his muscles. "Gotta look pretty for bed, too?" He teased playfully as he walked over to the doors. He didn't know if he could sleep or not, but his muscles were tired. He just wanted to lay down for a bit. He looked back over at her before stepping inside, walking over to his bed.
Khole zipped up the bag, placing it on the floor. He sprawled out across the bed, his head facing the glass doors. "I hope shopping's not all you plan to do," He teased, thinking of what else they could possibly do in London.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 23:49:44 GMT -5
"This is easier than using a curling iron, silly." She said with a smile. She followed him back inside, sitting on the edge of the bed as she finished pinning the curls to her head. She put her suitcase on the floor, laying back and looking over at him.
"No. I have all intentions of eating everything we don't have back home and walking down pretty walk ways and seeing pretty sights and getting to know the cutie I got to come to London with. That okay by you?" She teased, sticking her tongue out playfully at him.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 23:56:14 GMT -5
"Sounds fine to me," He managed to get out before another yawn crept up on him. Turning over in the bed, his hands moved under the pillow. "This is a lot better than the airplane." He laughed, looking over at her before closing his eyes. It was going to take awhile to get used to the time change, but he figured he would work on that later. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep, a few soft murmurs passing his lips.
Khole rolled, his hair now sticking in all different directions as he set up. The growling of his stomach woke him up. He eye'd peaches before slipping off his bed, walking to a table and taking a seat. His hands pulled the phone close as he lifted the hotel menu to read the hotel food listings.
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