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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 18:58:55 GMT -5
He blinked a few times, the wind knocked out ofhim but otherwise fine. Not that he let Sidney know this, since she was fussing over him in such a touchy feely way. "Oh," he groaned, scrunching uphis eyes and gritting his teeth. "Oh it hurts," he clutched at his side, then changed his mind and brought his hands to his head. "Oh the paaaain." Hrm, that last one might've been too much, and Peter cracked one eye open to see if she was buying it.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 16, 2012 19:13:51 GMT -5
Her hands flew to her mouth as he grabbed his side. She had hurt him. It had never been her intention but she knew there was a lot of room for error. Just as her fingers moved to lightly touch his side and Sidney tried to remember what was anatomically under his fingers, his hand flew to his head as he whined in pain.
Her chest felt tight and her eyes prickled as her eyes flew to his face. Unfortunately for him, he chose that moment to crack open an eye and Sidney knew he was faking. Her face scrunched up and a relieved irritation flowed through her veins. Growling she began to swat at him, "Of all of the no good lousy things to do Peter Campanelli! You bastard!" Her hands continued to fly and occasionally dipped to poke him in his unhurt side.
"I was about to send for the hospital wing! she said on one of those dips, "I may still have to!"
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 19:17:51 GMT -5
Far from feeling chastised, Peter laughed as he held up his hands to protect himself, attempting to wriggle away from her pointy fingers, which actually kind of hurt. "Oh, but you should see your face! It's brilliant." he pulled his hands away and gave her his best grin. "Besides, I like it when you fuss over me, darling. It's cute."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 16, 2012 19:27:27 GMT -5
Sidney paused for a moment, her eyes narrowed as she mulled over every word he said. It hadn't been the first time since she knew him that he had pulled a prank on her. He had said it was cute that she fussed over him. Sidney wouldn't lie, that comment weighed very heavily in making her decision.
Rolling her eyes, Sidney poked Peter once more in the side (maybe a little harder than she had before) and stood. He thought it was cute that she fussed over him? He could fake an injury? Sidney would fake being angry and see how he took it. With a small "hmpf" as she looked down at him, Sidney put away her wand and walked over to the broom in the grass.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 19:36:07 GMT -5
"ow!" sitting up, Peter rubbed the spot with one hand and tried to pick grass out of his hair with the other. "Oh come on, darling." He craned his neck, watching her storm off then scrambling to his feet.
Jogging after her, he called out to the back of her head. "Sid-ney," He said her name in a sign song tone, using it intead of the nickname he knew she hated. "Don't be mad. Please?"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 16, 2012 19:42:33 GMT -5
She ignored him as she picked up the broom and walked over to her own. The way he said her name, all playful and sing song-y almost made her give up but she pressed on by glancing at him over her shoulder turning her head sharply. She may have even made one of those prissy sounds as she whipped her head back around but she wasn't sure.
'What if she had hurt him?' she thought as she walked to the sidelines. Sure, she should have known he would be okay but still. She briefly wondered if that panicked feeling was one that her father had had when she was learning to fly and fell. Granted, Sidney had broken her wrist but it was healed in less than an hour at the hospital.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 19:54:42 GMT -5
"Siiiiiid-neyyyyy." He pulled her name out until it was several syllables longer than it should have been. "Come on, come back. Look, I'm okay? It was a stupid thing to do." Peter reached out to take her arm lightly. Not gripping hard, just a touch, really, to try and get her to stop walking. He hated when anyone was mad at him, but Peter found he really hated when Sidney was.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 16, 2012 20:03:30 GMT -5
Wait, was he stopping her? Had that had some semblance of an apology? Stunned, Sidney was still able to keep up her mask of faint anger as his guiding turned her to him.
She stared up at him, her face skillfully set before glancing down to his hand resting on her arm. He wasn't grabbing, just holding. She could move any time she wanted to but the move in and of itself told her he'd like it if she stayed so she did.
As she looked back up to him, his eyes almost broke her mask. He looked genuinely sorry. A little confused but genuinely remorseful. With a silent sigh, she opened her mouth, "Do you like making me upset? Faking me out like that? Making me worry that I had done something irreparable?"
With a pause she looked him dead in the eye and smiled, "It really stinks doesn't it?" Raising the arm he wasn't touching she poked the tip of his nose and made a childlike booping sound. He had been had.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 20:08:14 GMT -5
His eyes crossed as they watched her finger, then flicked to hers in confusion. Why was she smiling? She'd... been joking? Shaking his head slowly as that fact sunk in, Peter began to chuckle. "Oh, your horrible, horrible girl." Far from being angry, his tone sounded impressed.
Throwing his arm around her shoulder, he turned her around to head back to the castle, he was done with flying lessons for the day. "Well done, darling. There just might be hope for you yet."
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