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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:30 pm
"Tummy?" giggled Faye."I havent used that word since 3rd grade." He patted Ducan's head childlishly before bringing Damian a plate of quiche and sitting down: "So, Damian, you're a writer, correct? What do you write about?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:05 pm
Damain took the plate happily "actually I write alot of romance novels, I go under the pen name Connor" Damian said.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 7:19 pm
A shocked intake, Faye leaned forward, hazel eyes wide: "THE Connor?! You're famous!! My parents LOVE your work!!" he grinned: "If you dont mind me asking...how did you come up with the plot twist in 'Hearts of Our Sisters'?"
He felt very anxious. He only read three of Damian's books bu they were intriguing, well written and utterly heartbreaking. Faye rarely liked anyone's work so to have the Connor sitting next to him, eating his quiche, was so ******** cool.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:02 am
Ducan walked into the living room and leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching, slightly surprised as Faye went from calm to squealing in mere seconds.
So, Faye was a writer too, eh? Ducan always liked to face up the competition in the publishing world.
'I've heard of the writer that goes by the name Connor', he thought to himself, frowning, 'Pretty big sales on those romance books.'
Ducan wasn't a romance writer, going more into historical fiction, but he wondered what sort of romance stories he wrote.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 3:54 pm
"Actually I knew some people that I based it off of the others I came up with myself, my next story I needed to find some sad relationship to base it off of, then I met Cress and I was able to get my plot so I'm moving" Damian said sadly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:49 pm
"Oh..." Faye nervously stated as he resumed calm. He could tell that Daiman had feelings for Cress still; so delicate that he was afraid that if he even mentioned the boy's name then Damian will break: "Well...even though it was sad I enjoyed it very much." he smiled: "Umm Ducan and I were planning out going out tonight, you know, paint the town red- thing. Do you want to come?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 2:16 pm
"I guess.... my flight got delayed so I can't leave yet" Damian said as he smiled towards him.
(anyone know when Fa-q91 (Cress) is gonna be back on?)
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:24 pm
((Not a clue...did you try pm-ing?))
"Great!" grinned Faye like a cat: "How's my quiche by the way?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:27 pm
"It's really good" he smiled as he finished eating.
(Yeah but he still has'nt been on)
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 4:41 am
"Well then, how about we all go out and cheer you up?" Ducan patted Damian amiably on the back. "Anywhere in particular you feel like going to?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 5:14 am
"Not really where ever your going I guess.... I would I need to be cheered up?" he said thinking they did'nt know.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 8:21 am
"There's this fantasy book reading my Professor told me about at Bookmarks near Flavors." suggested Faye, who took Damian's empty plate to the sink: "We could go listen in."
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 1:19 pm
"Sure that sounds good" Damian smiled as he got up to get ready and head out.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:19 pm
"Alright, then, let's head out," Ducan said, grabbing his house keys.
He patted Lance on the head. "You be good while we're out, boy."
The lab barked im agreement and trotted off to his cushiony basket in the kitchen, as though obeying his master's order for once.
Ducan chuckled before following the other two out.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 12:39 am
"So whose car?" Faye asked as he blew onto his cold hands. Tempertaure had dropped dramatically in moments time. Visible breath float from his nostrils, his cheeks and ears a bright pink.
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