I Luv NYC, not accepting

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Flame shook her head and offered him a sip. It tastes like red wine but with a dangerous slight spice to it.

[Ploegy]

(Yeah. God. Fail spelling. It's been going on all day Dx)

Darren moved out of the way. "Sorry," He said before running his fingers through his hair before looking toward her with gentle blue eyes.

[doubleArrows]

Hawkson blinked after tasting it. "I know this'll sound weird, but the spice tastes dangerous. The exciting kind."

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Flame laughed darkly. "It's rare to get Demon blood." She sipped some more.

[Pinkedalink]

[ I can relate to that. ]

Kale quickly washed her plate then looked around for a place to put it. "You have a drying rack or something?" She asked as she glanced at him with a smile.

[doubleArrows]

Hawkson hlaf-grinned. "Well, it's not like they'll just stand there and let you take their blood."

[Ploegy]

"Over there," Darren said pointing toward the drying rack before making his way toward the living room with a small smile on his face.

[Pinkedalink]

"Kay," Kale muttered as she set it on the drying rack and dried her hands with a towel, brushing a stray curl of her hair back over her ear before walking into his living room.

[Ploegy]

"So what do you want to do now?" Darren asked as he looked over his shoulder at her with curiousity. "We can do whatever you'd like to do," He added.

[Pinkedalink]

"I dunno, I'm not good at coming up with ideas on what to do, unless it involves a book or a computer chip," Kale replied with a slightly guilty grin. "We could watch a movie," She suggested, "Or....." Her eyes got a faraway look in them as she tried to think of something.