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Hey. I know you!

*Grins at her.*

Kat, how've you been? Still with the blue hair thing I see... that was lame.. sorry. *smiles anyway.*

*giggles, wraps her arms around his neck* Still wit'th'say whatever's on yer mind, I see!

*His arms instinctively find their way around her slim waist as he pulls her into a hug.*

Yeah, it's pretty much the only thing I have going for me, so, don't wanna lose that. It has a collar with my name and number on it, in case it runs away so people can return it to me. I figure at the very least its a good way to meet new people.

Harry, what are ya talkin' about? *she pulls back and smacks his arm playfully*

*shaking her head, she decides it doesn't matter* Whatcha mean th'only thing? Y'got plenty goin' fer ya... This isn't 'bout Perry, is it?

Well, thats sweet of you to say honey. *He tells her, a hand moving to give a quick rub at the side of her neck.*

No, this has nothing to do with Perry. *Except that it totally does.*

Right. *smirks* Yer a bad liar, luv. An' I know how he gets...

*laughs a little.* It's really stupid actually... see.. he told me if I ever stole anything again he was going to kick me out. So... I gathered up some shit and kind of left. See? Thats it.. right over there.. *points to a few lonely bags* Yeah.

*playing this like she just got back from NY* D'ya have somewhere ta stay, honey?

Uh.. *draws in a breath glancing over at the bags before letting it out and turning back to her pointedly.* No actually. This like.. pretty much everything else in my life, I didn't exactly think through first.

*laughs lightly, leaning over to brush her hands through his hair* Y'can stay wit'me fer a while, iffen ya wanna. I got a reeealll comfy couch. An'no clowns neither.

Edited 2008-07-28 20:36 (UTC)

*Smiles at her as her fingers brush through his hair, so in turn he moves to play with hers, a strand right underneath her ear, bottom layer, typically the most sensitive point as far as hair goes. It has something to do with how close to the roots you are... whatever, anyway...*

That would be great. Just until I figure out what I'm gonna do. I promise I won't.. overstay my welcome or something.

Aw, y'can't do that. Y'gotta tell me what ya want fer food though cuz I got nearly nothin' in th'house. Dun't feed th'models an' all tha'. *wink*

'Sides, m'sure he'll take you back. *leans into his touch a bit, smiling*

Right. *He kept his mouth shut about wanting to cook her a big meal that they could eat together, lest it be taken the wrong way. Hey, what do you know, there is a tact sensor in there somewhere.*

Well, its not like he actually kicked me out.. so theres really nothing to take back... *That thought kind of freaked him out. Not that he was planning to go back to Perry's but you know, that was another bridge burned.*

*frowns darkly* Y'jus'... left? Ain't he yer boss?

Yep, picked up and went.

Yes. My boss. My very very gay boss.

...I wonder if I still have a job.

*grins brightly, tugging on his tee-shirt* Well, y'know, sugar, iffen ya don't... Otto's real desperate fer models.

No, no... I tried to be an actor once... that didn't work. Modeling is pretty much the same bag. Plus I don't think I'm really the model type. Plus I only have nine fingers.. so.

Jus' gives ya an edge. *giggles*

'Sides, modelin' ain't nothin' like actin'. I couldn't act iffen my life depended on'it.

*He smiles at her moving to drape his arms around her shoulders.*

Right but you have to.. have that whole attractive thing going for you in order to model right? Yeah, I sort of lack that. But I hide it well I think. *Turns his head from side to side.* What do you think?

Acting classes honey, they're all over this city. And you say you've lived here how long? *He teased*

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