Van poked her tongue out at Fabian, furtively patting down her mussed hair. Several locks stood straight up, giving her a rather frazzled, unkempt appearance. She sighed, and ran her hand through her hair multiple times, only succeeding in making it worse. She frowned and gave up, letting her hair be with a sour face.
"Canada? That's an odd suggestion. What about Europe? Or the US?" She clasped her hands together, eyes going wistful. "I would just love living in Hawaii...or Holland." She giggled, her brown eyes sparkling with a good mood. Clearly, sleep helped brighten her attitude.
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Shade grimaced before chuckling. "Yupp Fabe, you sound pretty screwed." He then grinned and shoved Van lightly. "Give it up or it'll just make that mess of white even worse." When she didn't listen and it turned out exactly as he warned, he bit his lip, holding back laughter, and resorted to averting his eyes. The pleasure of being right was good enough.
"I can't imagine me being a Canadian." He said finally, pursing his lips thoughtfully.
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Jer suddenly found his fringe, bangs, and hair attacked by Sunda's slender hands. He closed one eyes to escape getting hair in it, and waiting for her to stop her fussing. When she was clearly pleased that he looked "decent" enough, he said, "Yeah, I should have figured. I'm going with prime rib." He grinned his crooked smile, and refrained from running a hand habitually through his hair, in fear of what she might to do if he ruined the "look" she had given him.
He scowled as she proposed he try and "dazzle" the waitress into giving them a reduced bill, but couldn't restrain a small chuckle. "Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes as the waitress returned. After Sunda promptly, and rather forcefully ordered, he shot the waitress a sexy smile before telling her what he wanted. He kept his voice velvety and very, very smooth, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Steadily, a blush flourished in the young woman's cheeks and a sort of dreamy look passed across her face. As she hurried into the kitchen, he appraised Sunda.
"That good enough? Or do I have to do it every time she comes around?" He groaned, crossing his legs and leaning back casually in the chair. He shot a glance out the window, once more enjoying the view. As silence descended across their table, he clearing his throat softly and looked back at Sunda. Jer didn't like the fact that it seemed awkward.
"So hey, have you seen the art teacher yet?" He asked, a small grin sliding across his face. "She's super young, almost our age." He waggled his eyebrows.
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