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Post by thatsace on Sept 15, 2007 21:26:33 GMT
Acelin was both shocked and amused by Reagan's reply to her. He acted as though he hardly recognised her. After all, it was dark and lighting was bad but was she that unrecognisable that he would pay no notice to her. Ace, before she could think of anything to do to Reagan, turned to Nira who had been so polite in her questioning that Ace couldn't ignore her.
Ace shrugged and then laughed. "Doesn't really matter," she informed Nira, her accent a little harder then before, "as long as it's not pumpkin face coz I've stopped answering to that." She laughed and stood up, stretched. Her shoulder blades ripped in her back, her linked fingers cracked, and then she relaxed. "There's nothing wrong with crackin', Reagan."
Ace had had enough by now and marched up to Reagan, jumped onto his lap, her small pink boxers revealing much leg, and she put her arms around his neck. "Good mornin' Reagan," she said loudly into his ear, "we've been stuck in the same class for six years now, ya nini!" Ace laughed and threw back her head, letting her long hair fall back. She couldn’t believe and would not let it lie that Reagon didn’t recognise her. It might have been late but Ace decided that was no excuse for it.
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