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Post by Tomoru Akarui on Nov 5, 2008 15:07:27 GMT -5
Oh.
The sudden truth of it all hit him, like a well placed slap. His eyes closed, and he groaned inwardly as it all came crashing down on his head. He'd tried so hard to keep it seperate. Man-whore Tommy, and the other him. The Tommy who let crazy pink haired girls play mind games on him. Now, with careless words it seemed those two worlds were crashing and colliding.
"You don't even know her."
He observed, trying to keep his tones neuteral and calm. It was mostly true what they said about the little brunette's reputation, the gossips in the school rarely missed a trick like that. Even so, Jo was his friend and he couldn't help but feel slightly defensive of the girl when Dori announced she didn't like her. It would probabbly be turn out to be the truth anyway, Tommy couldn't quite see the two clicking together. He was probabbly the only thing the pair had in common.... Christmas really was going to be fun. Tommy was suddenly struck with the image that he was walking on a blade's edge, with a girl on either side. Completley different relationships, but both very important to him. If he slipped now, he'd lose one or both forever... Or at least a painfully long time.
"What's wrong now?"
He asked, in those same calm tones, determinded not to slip up again just yet.
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Post by Dori-mu Shokkou on Nov 7, 2008 17:39:04 GMT -5
"Nothing's wrong," Dori said again in almost a huff. She made sure to keep her eyes carefully away from him. It would be a bad idea, she was sure. A girl can only do so much to keep control. She couldn't be happy all the time, could she?
"I know I don't know her, but I know more than you seem to think I do." Her voice was flat; a tone that was completely unlike her. "And, quite honestly, I've heard so much that I have little doubt. I know you're her friend, but... I still don't trust her. I'm sorry."
She squeezed her eyes shut, but her overactive imagination decided to provide a visual, there, of her worst fear. Her eyes snapped back open, searching the sky, instead. She waved her arm above her and a bird appeared, following the path her finger pointed out with grace. It was a safe enough image, at least.
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Post by Tomoru Akarui on Nov 7, 2008 18:46:15 GMT -5
"You don't trust her... What about me? Do you trust me?"
Tommy said quietly, his tones impossible to read. There were too many overlapping emotions, tightly weaved to give an undefinable sound to his words. Whatever he was feeling was well concealed by his tones, those his words conveyed more.
"Or do you think I'm just messing you around? Becuase if that's what you think, you should really tell me now."
Tommy said, shooting her a sidelong glance. He wasn't sure where all of this had come from, but he'd never expected it to come from his Dori. She'd never seemed jealous before, but now the green eyed monster sparkled in her image. He understood that Jojo was known for her lose morals, but he still didn't understand. He was known well for his more womanizing tendencies, but she'd still trusted him. He struggled to find a difference.
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Post by Dori-mu Shokkou on Nov 7, 2008 18:59:39 GMT -5
Dori sighed and shut her eyes, again, trying to see the bird instead of the images the really shot through her mind. It didn't work. Her eyes followed the bird, again.
"I trust you." She said softly, turning her head to look at him. Her expression and tone were both barely readable. It was the odd mixture of emotions she felt that twisted her; compassion, confusion, trust, distrust. Longing and desire clashing with her need to know. She felt lost and yes, possibly a bit jealous. S had the slightest hint of an idea why this might occur, now, but she truly wasn't sure. Why did it matter, now?
"I've known you almost all my life," she murmured to him, her eyes locked on his. "I'd trust you with everything- you know that. I just don't trust her. I know it probably doesn't make sense, but you know that few things that come from my head do... I'm sorry..."
She tried to smile for him, but it didn't quite feel right, at that moment. The girl who always was smiling didn't feel right smiling; how ironic.
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