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Post by marcikin on Jan 2, 2013 15:35:50 GMT -5
”Please. I’ve made up my own rules since I was old enough to break ‘em.” Naima said cockily, tilting her head and smiling mischievously. She took a long drink from her mocha and set it down for a moment, ”But so has he. You know I can’t stay away from excitement—and I never know what to expect from him.” At least the thunder knew herself well enough to admit that. She was smart, and she flattered herself that she could handle anything that Liam threw after her. She’d probably dealt with worse, anyway.
Adorable? All kinds of adorable. Naima gained a playful look and nudged Kennedy a bit with her shoulder, ”Aww, have I hit a sweet spot?” She teased, ”If you like the guy, I can back off. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, or something like that. The boy’s a little irresistible, with that stupid, naïve mindset and big…eyes.” She paused, eyes going slightly unfocused as she tried to recall something. Then she shrugged, ”Actually, I don’t know what color they are. I should check next time I see him.”
Nai took another swing of the mocha, letting out a little ah just after she swallowed. She leaned back in her chair and shrugged, ”Challenges are nice, but I need a little downtime too, you know?”
Shaking her head a bit, she gained a little bit more sincerity in her tone and looked at Kennedy, ”If you don’t want me to go after him, just tell me. I can put it off, or something. There are others I can go for.” She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded as if she had decided, ”Hunter’d be a good pick. It’s high time he loses his V card, anyway.”
((Nai!muse is chatty today.))
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Jan 5, 2013 15:12:09 GMT -5
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Kennedy could probably say that she was impressed with Naima's resolve. While hanging out with the Fire was dangerous, she seemed to be able to stay on her two feet whenever he put the charms on her. Unlike Kennedy, Naima was used to the attention and was able to bat it away. The only thing that saved Kennedy in those situations was the fact that, even drunk, she still had a very strong feeling of right and wrong. That was probably the only thing from her falling completely into Caleb's plan that night not too long ago. The Beaufort kind of wished that she could have some of Naima's ability with guys. Then she wouldn't have to sit on the sidelines, should the urge for her to get out there strike her.
When Naima asked her if she hit a sweet spot regarding Grant, Kennedy smirked. Grant was adorable, but he wasn't really a sweet-spot for her. She really didn't know the kid too well, so hence. She hadn't formed any sort of feelings for him. But he was adorable. "Oh, don't let me ruin your fun, Nai," Kennedy said easily, leaning back in her chair. "I don't really know him very well so you're in the clear," she explained, giving a grin. Her friend had a much better chance of getting a guy to pay attention to her than she did anyways.
Naima explained that, while challenges were nice, it was fun to have a break. Which would explain why she had set her eyes where she had. It made sense, though it didn't give the credit that Grant deserved. Nor was using the kid really smiled upon from Kennedy. However, she wasn't going to ruin her friend's fun. Lying and saying that Grant was in her sights would be discovered eventually, whether it be by Naima trying to force them together or somebody else who could just tell by looking at her that she wasn't a hundred percent interested.
Her friend addressed the fact that she could go after somebody else if she was interested, saying that there were others she could go for. The first person on her list, however, was somebody who Kennedy was none too excited about. "Hunter?" she asked, her voice trying to hold an incredulous tone. Why was she so worried all of a sudden about Naima laying her sights on Hunter? "He's... No, you don't want to," she explained, though what exactly she was trying to say was unknown even to her. "I mean, it's Hunter and you're Naima and..." she turned her attention to sipping at her mocha, trying to hide the fact she couldn't form a coherent sentence right now.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, sooorry so short!
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Post by marcikin on Jan 6, 2013 14:35:22 GMT -5
Kennedy’s reaction to Hunter’s name caught Naima off guard. She glanced at her friend with a raised brow, letting her expression fall into a familiar calm before she remembered that this was her friend, and she didn’t have to be tricky to figure the situation out. Kennedy was normally rather eloquent, which meant something Naima had just said had set her off. It was kinda cute actually, her dear friend struggling to string words together. A bit of a smile hit her features as something dawned on her.
”I know that look,” Naima said teasingly, watching her friend closely. She started leaning forward in her chair a bit, hands closing around the warm cup. She stopped sipping it now, though. It was easy to forget that sort of thing when stuff got this interesting. She tilted her head a bit as she finished her train of thought, ”The ‘pretending to find something random really, really interesting when really you’re riveted to her current conversation’ look.”” Perhaps she could have worded that one a little better, but it didn’t phase her. Kennedy was the eloquent one.
”What aren’t you telling me, Kenny?” Naima smiled, her voice still teasing, but just that little bit more sweet. And she couldn’t help it—she leaned forward a little bit more, watching her friend for any sign of a blush.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Jan 6, 2013 17:49:43 GMT -5
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Hunter was her friend, just a friend. It was for the same reason that it bothered her that Cassadee was kissing Hunter that Naima going after him would. He was like her brother, and people kissing on your brother always bothered you. At least, that is what Kenny believed. She didn't have a brother after all, and whether girls kissing him would bother her would be completely unknown. But she imagined it would be similar to the aversion she had when girls who tended to be more provocative laid their sights on her friend. She was just looking out for him, making sure that he didn't get used. He didn't deserve that.
As her friend made a comment, saying that she recognized the look that she was making, Kenny reconsidered her facial expression. Was her discomfort with the topic really so obvious? Exactly what it said, in the words of Naima, was not entirely clear to the Beaufort. Yeah, she had to divert her attention towards the cup just so she could focus her mind. She just needed to figure out where her thoughts were going. The fact she didn't have a completely reasonable explanation for her feelings was bizarre in her book, so she needed to collect her thoughts.
It was because of this that she didn't really catch exactly what Naima was doing. When she asked what she wasn't telling her, she flustered. Not because of her friend's distance had closed, but because of the silly reasons she had behind telling Naima that she couldn't date Hunter. She would have explained that Hunter was her brother and that would be crossing a line, especially because they weren't blood related. Instead, she remained silent, the flush starting to drain from her cheeks as soon as it had come.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, pooor kennedy!
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Post by marcikin on Jan 6, 2013 21:31:24 GMT -5
Naima had seen many reactions to situations from her friend, but she could honestly say this was not one of them. Something inside her stirred with excitement as she realized that this was unwalked territory—always a thrill. She liked the risk of not quite knowing what was going on. Sure, Naima was a good actor, and good at reading others, but that never seemed to work on Kennedy. Or, frankly, the people she felt close to. There seemed to be a sort of mental block that kept her from seeing them as clearly as she could her victims. But that was part of the fun.
It made it scary, though. Naima could only guess that this discomfort of Kennedy’s was coming from Naima’s slow advance. She didn’t have any other idea of what it could be. When normally she’d be in complete control, here she was licking her lips nervously, feeling her heart pumping a little bit. It was stupid. It made her just want to sit back down and pretend they’d been talking about…Grant? Yeah. That it was still about Grant.
But she didn’t. She took a chance, muttered to herself, ironically enough, ”Screw Hunter,” and leaned forward to press her lips against Kennedy’s.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Jan 6, 2013 23:28:00 GMT -5
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Kennedy wasn't quite sure what was going through her friend's mind. She was still quite interested in her mocha, which was still steaming from the heat but was easy enough to drink. Naima's proximity wasn't even that noticed to her. Sure, she thought it was a bit weird but maybe she was seeing if Kennedy was whispering under her breath, or she was trying to look at her face and figure out what she was thinking. Either option seemed very likely in the situation that she was in right now, her friend was just curious.
So, she was completely caught by surprised when Naima muttered sort of a curse about Hunter and suddenly was kissing her.
Believe it or not, this was not okay with Kennedy. It took her a moment of surprise, but she brought her hands up and quickly pushed Naima away by the shoulders. The look on her face was probably incredulous and she arched the brow at her, wiping her sleeve over her lips. "Is there some sort of magnet in my lips or something?" she asked, her voice taking on a more accusing tone than she would have liked. But it really had surprised her. Naima knew she was straight so why had she done that?!
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, she is so confused
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Post by marcikin on Jan 7, 2013 13:11:16 GMT -5
Ok, so that didn’t go very well. Naima’s first hint was when Kennedy shoved her away, making her arm swing into her mocha and…oh there we go. Spilled chocolate on the table. Naima muttered a curse and rushed to action, hopping up and grabbing a whole mess of paper towels. So she was wiping up the liquid from the table, catching it just before it started dripping on the floor. And yes, she was flustered. But this made it a lot easier to deal with the fluttering pile of embarrassment in her chest. She glanced at Kenny when the girl spoke, then looked back down at what she was doing and bit her lip.
Magnet? Any other time Naima would very much want to know what that meant. Had other people been kissing her too? This time, however, Naima just blushed unhappily and shook her head, picking up her now-empty cup and tossing it in the nearest trashcan. She pursed her lips, not meeting her friend’s eyes, ”Um…no, you don’t.” She said lamely, completely unable to think of anything else to say. Nice Naima; totally capable of controlling anyone she didn’t know, but when it came to her friends she fell flat. Taking a deep breath, Naima finished cleaning her mess, ”No, it’s…I kinda lost it is all. Won’t…happen again?”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Jan 7, 2013 21:06:21 GMT -5
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Kennedy's mind was whirling over subjects, not allowing her to really focus on the situation at hand. First Adam, then Caleb, now Naima? This didn't even make sense! She had suddenly gone from nobody interested in her to getting three kisses from three totally different people in the past few months. Granted, Adam was trying to get a paper and Caleb wanted in her pants, but there wasn't really any reason she could deduce from receiving one from Naima. Was it something she said? She was almost entirely sure that her friend was completely aware she was straight. Was it a test? She was just... She wanted to scream, trying to find out what process was going through her head.
She hadn't even really been paying attention as Naima's mocha spilled as she fumbled to pick it up, catching it before it hit the floor. Not that it really would have mattered, everything was easy clean up on finished wood. Kennedy didn't even realize that her friend was as confused and embarrassed as she was. Her words fell on dead ears as Kenny bit her lip, trying to sort her thoughts enough to get the words to come from her mouth. "I forgive you, but..." she took a deep breath, closing her eyes, rubbing them and taking a deep breath. "But I hope you understand if I have you over another time," Kennedy finished before opening her eyes and looking at her friiend. She hoped that Naima would understand. She was just really stressed all of a sudden.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, and this is about wrapped up
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Post by marcikin on Jan 8, 2013 14:35:46 GMT -5
Forgive her…good. It kinda hurt to hear, like Naima kissing her was something to apologize for, something really bad. Well…she should have thought it through. Kennedy was straight, and Naima had been kinda stupid for thinking that could change for her. The thunder girl took a step back, looking at the floor for a few moments, biting her lip. Then she nodded, hand trailing on the counter as she turned to get her stuff. It was a ways to walk in the dark, but she could make it to her own house without too much difficulty. She could slip in and crash there before heading back to the academy the next morning.
So she went upstairs, changed once again into her day clothes, throwing the thick sweater back over it because she knew that it was going to be even colder now. One her way back downstairs she sighed and stopped to look at Kennedy. ”Um…bye, I guess.” She didn’t want to stay and try to deal with this. She needed time to come up with an excuse for doing that. Random whim? Prank? Yeah, Naima decided, it was a prank. Kennedy might not appreciate that, but it was close enough to something Nai might do that it sounded viable.
The thunder closed the front door behind her, then stopped. She had this brief, absurd thought that in all that she hadn’t actually eaten any of those ruffles. ”Damn,” Naima laughed wryly, ”Get your priorities straight, girl.” She shook her head and started walking, backpack hanging over one shoulder.
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