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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 7, 2011 23:07:29 GMT
"Ok, sounds fine to me." He said, following her, lacking his bike.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 7, 2011 23:12:45 GMT
Suzie picked her bike up and looked at Marcel.
"Not brought your bike with you?" She asked.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 7, 2011 23:14:05 GMT
"It's a few blocks away." He admitted, "That fight got me separated from it. I can pick it up later, though." He told her.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 8, 2011 0:00:20 GMT
"Okay," Suzie said, wheeling her bike so that Marcel could keep up "So, this girl ... what's she like?"
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 8, 2011 0:02:01 GMT
"She's smart, kind, quiet, and the best woman I've ever met." He said.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 8, 2011 0:11:50 GMT
"Should I be jealous?" Suzie laughed.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 8, 2011 0:17:29 GMT
"I kissed you once; and I don't actually do that when I say "goodbye", so make of that what you will." Marcel answered, leaving that as his answer.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 8, 2011 20:02:51 GMT
"... I was joking," Suzie informed him.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 8, 2011 20:04:31 GMT
He laughed, "I know."
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 8, 2011 20:56:54 GMT
Suzie stuck her tongue out at him and then stopped outside a shop with "Franks Fish" painted on the window. She propped her bike up against the side, if someone tried to steal it then ... well, she had Marcel and a robot dragonfly, she'd be fine.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 8, 2011 23:01:10 GMT
Marcel went in with her, "I'm fine; eat what you want, I'll buy."
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 9, 2011 0:13:09 GMT
Suzie looked at him.
"I'm paying, don't worry about it," She turned to the rather bored woman behind the counter "Cod and chips please, Marcel, what do you want?"
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 9, 2011 0:14:29 GMT
"I'm good; I don't need anything." Marcel told her.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Mar 9, 2011 0:21:38 GMT
Suzie nodded and took her order in the little plastic/foam tray thing. She gave the woman the money, got her change (of 10p) and sat down across from Marcel and started eating.
"So, this girl, what's her name?" She asked.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Mar 9, 2011 0:23:28 GMT
"McKenzie Williams." He replied, not sure what else to say.
(same name I used in my contemporary Sherlock Holmes final in Creative Writing, as Sherlock's old lover, who broke him and made him into the secluded broken man that he is depicted as)
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