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Post by Jenny on Sept 9, 2007 16:01:02 GMT -5
It took her half an hour to eat one chocolate mousse, but she felt better after it. Jerome ventually wqoke up to find his wife curled up happily on their sofa watching a nes channel.
'How are you feeling?' he asked sleepily.
'Quite fine thankyou.' she answered.
'You left me asleep on the kitchen floor. I have tile marks on my face.'
She chuckled a little. 'Well I tried pouring water over you. It didn't work.'
'As I see,' he said, pulling at one wet sleeve.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 10, 2007 19:57:59 GMT -5
"I was in no fit shape to try and get you to a bedroom. you fell asleep while caring for me." Esme informed, licking her spoon.
"Oh right. I see you're feeling better." Jerome said, sitting down and watching some T.V. It felt good. Just to sit and watch T.V with her. He had the sudden urge to kiss her. He watched her lick her spoon.
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Post by Jenny on Sept 14, 2007 16:51:02 GMT -5
Suddenly, interrupting the only normal married-couple day they had ever had, the phone rang, insistently int he background.
Esmé sighed and dragged herself up off the sofa to answer it.
The voice was loud and unpleasant from the other end.
'Esmé, for God's sake,' Olaf hissed down the phone. 'How many times do I have to call you before you answer, woman?'
She mumbled a vague answer, but he continued with other things.
'We're in trouble,' he told her. 'Those brats are being difficult. They've been put in this boarding school now. It's going to be incredibly difficult to get past the machinery in that place.'
'Oh,' she said unhelpfully.
'And you are actually relatively involved in this. Remember? Marrying penthouse-man?'
She chuckled. 'Don't refer to Jerome as penthouse-man.'
She almost hears him roll his eyes over the phone. 'Come on. What am I supposed to do? I get you money when you need it, I have a penthouse with that other floor that you're so interested in, and an elevator and an obscene amount of stairs. I never agreed to help you--like actively run around capturing small children--'
'Wait,' Olaf said suddenly. 'Of course you haven't. They've never met you.'
'No,' Esmé agreed, wondering what he was meaning. 'The haven't.'
He smiled. 'Not yet.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 15, 2007 8:56:06 GMT -5
Esme sighed. "I just heard your idea bell go off you might as well fill me in."
20 minutes later Esme announced something to Jerome.
"Darling." She jumped onto the sofa next to him. "You were close to Beatrice right? You know she died, right? Well her children have been around from place to place since then. I was thinking before they get to the next people, we should adopt them."
"Children? Really, Esme?"
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Post by Jenny on Sept 15, 2007 13:55:08 GMT -5
Time for the puppy dog look.
She pouted and looked up, biting her lip a little. 'You know how unlikely it is we'll ever have our own,' she whispered. 'I just thought it might make you... happier if we adopted.'
Jerome was about to explode in happiness. He was delighted she'd thought of this! Suddenly he noticed her phrasing.
'I am happy, dear,' he said softly. He patted her, cheek, but never gave her the option to reconsider her decision--after all, he couldn't miss out on this, especially not with Beatrice's children. How adorable! If only he knew.
'I'll talk with my boss,' she promised. Oh, no! Not him again! She despised that man! 'And see if it's possible.' Olaf would make it possible, she knew. She smiled. 'Are you happy, Jerome? Even more happy?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 16, 2007 19:13:41 GMT -5
"So happy." He grabbed her and pulled her over. "So happy I'll let you re-do the entire apartment. So happy I could just kiss you." He kissed her. And then he did it again and again. But because they were having a day like a normal couple, they didn't just move into a great sex scene. they instead discovered that they were laying on Esme's spoon.
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Post by kimsmf677 on Sept 23, 2007 19:25:19 GMT -5
i have no idea at all of what is going on because im just posting for the dark dollars...............................................................................seriously i have no idea i did not even read the post except the last one
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Post by Jenny on Sept 25, 2007 15:03:33 GMT -5
[Find somewhere else to post, then.]
She changed without any fuss, into some of her proper clothes, smiling and dropping the spoon in a sink somehwere. Someone would have to clear that up.
Jerome was still disshevelled and sleepy when she got back, in a pink jumper and a pair of black jeans. She threw herself over him to wake him up a bit.
'I don't want to go out today,' Jerome told her.
'I don't, either.' she said, flicking through channels. Olaf had always found her habit annoying and had taken to holding the remote the entire time to stop her doing it. Jerome didn't seem to mind at all. 'now, what you said about re-doing the entire apartment--'
Jerome's face filled with what could only be called excitement. 'Oh, yes! Let's have a blue room!'
She looked back oddly. She hadn't actually intended to do anything at all to the apartment, but she was sure some things mighte be fun to do. Especially with a man who had knowledge of colours other than yellow and grey.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 28, 2007 17:27:46 GMT -5
"I want a room that is entirely black. But with a lot of windows. " Esme said.
"Very modern." Jerome said.
"With one blue vase in the center of a table."Esme was heading toward the door before Jerome could get up.
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Post by Jenny on Sept 30, 2007 11:06:40 GMT -5
'Do we have to do this now, though?' Jerome asked quietly, trailing along behind her.
'No. But you have to go out and buy paint. And the decorator.' she grinned happily, dragging him by the wrist and throwing clothes at him, pausing at the wardrobe to choose them.
She stayed there just a few seconds too long. 'Since when did you wear multicoloured jumpers?' she asked suspiciously, fragging one red, green and white christmas one out of the wardrobe and holding it at arms length, unimpressed.
He scratched the back of his head. 'They're good for the winter.' he excused.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 1, 2007 18:26:01 GMT -5
"Darling....Nothing this ugly is good in any season. You're the richest man in the city you should be able to go from apartment, to cab, to venue, to cab, to apartment, and never get cold. " she said.
"I like to walk home after the theatre."
"You wear this with your nice suits?" She sighed.
"You'll be there to keep me warm from now on." He smiled.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 5, 2007 11:46:13 GMT -5
She nodded. 'And if I ever see you wearing something this hideous I won't hesitate to have it all burned.' Jerome gasped.
'My grandmother--'
'Don't even start with 'your grandmother knitted it for you'. I don't care who knitted it for you. Roger didn't, that's for sure!'
He smiled and walked up to the closet, pulling out another. A reindeer was on the front of it, with various green and red striped horizontally in the background.
'What about this one?' he asked, just to vex her.
'I never thought a man like you could have such unstylish moments.That's the most absolutely out thing I have ever seen.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 5, 2007 16:34:55 GMT -5
"If you plan on keeping them then I suggest that you find somewhere locked up were they never see the light of day again. I now know why you never had many girlfriends." Esme laughed. She put on a blue coat with four buttons in a square. When she had them all done up she walked out of the apratment, Jerome trailing behing.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 5, 2007 16:53:15 GMT -5
They climbed into the elevator, and so did the old woman from teh floor below, moments afterwards.
'Can I ever wear them again? In the apartment?' Jerome asked one arm around her shoulders. It was somethings he did wish he'd stop doing. It ruffled her hair up everytime, somethings he'd only just noticed.
'No. Not when I'm within three miles of the apartement. Or when you see anybody else if I'm not there.'
He laughed. Mrs Whatever from the floor below him was glaring at them. She hated couples. He'd seen her trip many couples up on that walking stick of hers.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 12, 2007 18:31:58 GMT -5
"Hello Mrs.....have you met my wife, Esme?" Jerome asked.
"You're wife? You married her?"
"Yes. Isn't she stunning?"
"Congratualtions." she stopped glaring. Married was different. She looked proud of him.
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