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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 7:31:46 GMT -8
"Who?"
He asked not only because he didn't know, though he assumed it was some classical composer, but because she told him to hush.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 7:53:48 GMT -8
"Franz Schubert- trust you to not know the artistry in instrumental and operatic music styles..." She commented still humming between the lines.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 7:58:09 GMT -8
"What can I say, my parents were abusive alcoholics. I'm not some nobleman who was taught the finer things in life."
He said a little snidely, but he squeezed her hand to let her know he wasn't super serious. Though it was true.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 15:22:04 GMT -8
She laughed. "My father was into the Beatles" She chided back. "I taught myself the enlightenment of classical music" And from the way she spoke, she was damn proud of it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 16:00:38 GMT -8
"The who?"
Now he was just fucking with her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 18:44:09 GMT -8
"Yah, I wish I didn't know who they were too" and she is fucking right back.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 19:03:47 GMT -8
"So you grew up with Rock? Not quite what I would have expected from someone of your fine upbringing."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 20:39:57 GMT -8
"You consider the Beatles Rock? " She asked back. "No I was hardly raised with music at all."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 20:42:10 GMT -8
"I was speaking about The Who..."
Or did she not get it...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 22:14:26 GMT -8
She didn't get it. Obvious by her sudden silence and rather bored looking expression.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 22:16:23 GMT -8
He sighed.
"The Who is a band."
Way to kill the joke Bastille.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 23:26:50 GMT -8
"Ah." Was her only reply as they happened upon the Peace Cafe.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 9:29:26 GMT -8
He sighed again as they approached the Peace Cafe. A small shake of his head as he squeezed her hand again. Sliding it out of her grasp he would shift to open the door for his bride to be. Giving a large and mocking bow.
"After you M'lady."
If she passed through he would follow behind her, his hand shooting out to give her ass a quick slap before leading her to his favored table, near the window. There wasn't much of a view now, just a ruined street, but that wouldn't always be the case.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 5, 2012 12:04:19 GMT -8
"Bought time" She scoffed, ignoring the slap. She figured it only give him pleasure to see her squirm about it, and people had accidentally touched her in fighting her- so she treated it much the same. She sat down and closed her eyes as she leaned against the back of the chair, thinking to herself. She did this often.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 8, 2012 11:31:54 GMT -8
He was a little disappointed that he didn't seem to get a reaction out of her. How boring, she knew how to suck out the little joys of life sometimes. He was only able to assume that was done on purpose, seemed like something she would do. He would just follow her in without a word, his eyes scanning the mostly empty cafe before he took a seat across from her.
Laying his arms on top of the table he glanced out the window, taking a couple of slow breaths before looking over at Bastille who was leaning in the back of her chair. His lips pursing slightly, curious as to what was going through her mind at the moment. It was kind of a weird day, for him at least.
"What's on your mind?"
Probably the baby stuff. It's what was on his mind, and probably would be for a while. It hadn't quite hit him yet though, being a Father. Assuming the baby came to term even. And if it did, he had no idea what kind of parent he would be, or what kind of world they were bringing a child in to. So much to think about, he sighed without realizing it.
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