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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 20, 2014 23:14:20 GMT
:: Thea ::
Thea didn't push him further, just grinned like what he said was the most interesting thing in the world, which it was. "I like music. Let me guess," she held up a french fry like a pointed, pursing her lips. "You are a hard-core kind of music junky. Raging, scream, tattoos?" There was a slight smile on her lips though memories of her past life flashed into her brain. Images of hot breath, blasting music, screaming voices, drugs and alcohol all flashed over her thoughts and she reached for another french fry to swallow them away. That was the past, not who she was now. No need to remember. Though she was curious to see what kind of music Devin actually listened to.
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Post by Amber on Jan 20, 2014 23:27:30 GMT
Devin pursed his own lips, raising an eyebrow in response. "Maybe sometimes. But not including the screaming. The screaming hurts my ears. As long as it's not like ballerina music, then it is fine." He smirked at her, before he continued. "Although it also depends all on my mood I guess." He gave a shrug with both of his shoulders. "What about you?" He asked curiously, resting the side of his face on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow that was resting on the table.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 21, 2014 0:04:23 GMT
:: Thea ::
Her mind instantly went back to the hard rock and roll - the drunkenness, the party scene - all morphing together in one regretful image in her brain. Thea forced out a reply through her teeth. "Anything, really. Just not country," she cleared her throat, more memories of past experiences flashing into her mind.
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