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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 4:54 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 7:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 7:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 10:10 pm
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• Isabella •Isa walked around, carrying cold ice wrapped in a scarlet cloth. She placed the ice against her forehead and sighed. Isa couldn't stand being alone, ever. It would drive her insane. She walked back to Shiro, who had his back turned towards her. Isa took off the ice bag on her forehead and poked Shiro's back, asking for attention. She wasn't exactly the one to yell out one's name and call attention to herself. Isa poked him again, placing her hand to her side. Waiting for a response.
"I'm still sorry about what happened earlier."
Referring back to her bumping into Shiro, she wanted to apologize. Just couldn't find the right words for it. She did, but she still wanted to express her apology through her actions, not words. Isa held out the ice in front of her, closed her eyes, and breathed in. Waiting for something; a response.
'I hopee he's not mad at me. I screwed up big time.'
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 6:19 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 12:04 pm
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• Isabella •Isa looked up at him, like a shy little girl, and smiled happily. "Just call me Isa, it's awkward to have someone call me Ma'am." She noticed the steam that the ice bag was making when it made contact with Shiro's hand. Confused and puzzled, she stepped closer for a better look, taking his hand in hers. Worried, concerned. Her motherly instincts kicking in.
"You.. You don't have a fever or anything right?"
Isa touched his forehead with her other hand, it was warm. Nothing unusual. She looked back down to the steaming ice bag, her face filled with a lost expression.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 3:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 5:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:22 am
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