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I'm glad *smiles*

You're nice. *grins*

*laughs softly* sometimes.

Okay, you SEEM nice. Perhaps you aren't, overall, nice... perhaps you are very MEAN. *snerks*

Maybe I AM mean *laughs*

Whatever you say, then. You pretend to be mean... I'll pretend to be innocent. Wonder which of us is more believable?

Okay then... *smirks*

*laughs* YOU are silly. Entirely too silly. You make me grin, though, and that's important.

*laughs* yes, I can be silly. I'm glad I can make you grin, grinning is important, there isn't nearly enough in the world.

*grins* See? Your fault. It's ALL your fault, you know. *nods seriously*

I can't imagine I am the only one that makes you grin *smirks*

One of very few. Very very few. You should grin more often, you know. Any way I can help YOU to grin more?

Well in that case, I'm honoured *smiles* I should grin more? Why is that? *frowns a little* As for helping me, just be yourself.

I'm glad you're honoured... I was being very honest. *smiles at him gently*

You should grin more because happy looks amazing on you. Don't frown! And as if I could be anything BUT myself? I may sometimes feel like I'm not living for myself, but I am always honest about who I am... if asked, that is. *grins and then hides*

*smiles softly and blushes a little* Thank you.

You should always live for yourself... *looks down* although sometimes I don't... *smiles a little*

*smiles* You are really very attractive when you blush, you know. *tilts her head a little and looks at him seriously* You can't possibly be so attention starved that a 16 year old can make you blush like that with a little compliment...

Yeah, I should... but I can't. *quietly* I can't let other's things be ruined... not by my hand. My Catholic guilt would kill me. Though, you know... I really do wish sometimes that I could. I'd beg permission, but again, Catholic guilt. It won't let me. *smiles a little back at him*

I'm really not attractive *shrugs* and it's not the fact that I'm attention starved, it's the fact I'm not used to compliments. In my own time it was always John who got the compliments, not myself *looks down, his face creasing momentarily in memory*

Sometimes religion isn't everything, sometimes you do have to do what's best for you, everyone else be damned. At least it would be easier to live with it I guess *smiles a little*

You ARE attractive. *growls slightly* I'm glad you're not attention starved. *laughs quietly* A man like you? You shouldn't ever be attention starved. *offers a hug*

Yeah, people really need to stop telling me that. And it likely wouldn't be easier. Likely it would be a lot harder, at least for a while. *tries not to cry*

*looks down, smiling a little* Thank you. *hugs her*

*hugs him extra tight* Anytime. *looks at him seriously* Really, anytime.

Thank you *smiles softly*

*thinks about offering a kiss, but refrains* You're welcome, kind sir.

*laughs lightly* I haven't been called for a long, long time.

That is ALSO unfortunate. I'll call you Sir all you like... *winks at him*

*laughs softly* Okay then.

*blushes a little* Unless you don't like that idea, I mean. *moves a little closer to him*

*blushes* No, I do... *smiles softly, watching her* I'm just not used to it.

You're cute when you blush. *moves a bit closer to him, smiling* Well, kind Sir, you should be. You should be used to a lot of nice things.

Maybe I will get the nice things, eventually *smiles*

Maybe some nice things are already right in front of you.

*grins a little*

*smirks*

Maybe.

But, I already SAID maybe.

*hmphs*

*laughs and grins*

I know.

Brat. *winks*

*laughs*

Perhaps.

No, for sure. *laughs too*

*grins*

Okay then.

Oh my god, you should smile at me far more often. It has very nice effects on me. *goes a little red*

you know it's true.

*laughs softly* it does?

Perhaps I do *smirks*

*coughs* Yes, yes it does. A very pleasant if rather awkward effect, actually.

*grins* You totally do.

Ah, well... *blushes*

guh... and add the blush on top of the rest and... just... yeah.

*flails and dies of the sheer joy*

*laughs and blushes more, deeper*

I'm not special...

I am not arguing with you about this. You are special. You are amazingly special. Don't make me hurt you.

*strokes his cheek and smiles*