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Post by Spot on Jun 7, 2010 9:02:05 GMT -5
Spot's head was swimming. He didn't know what he was doing. He was yelling at himself in his head, and he really didn't want to fight. He had turned on the brakes in his head, but his mouth just wasn't working with his head at all. "I'm not going to yell at you. I can't! You're Doll! I can't don't you get it! That's why I need you to yell at me! Just do it!" He didn't really think about the fact that he was yelling at the moment. He was frustrated and confused and tired.
"Get back under this bridge right now!" He reached to pull her over under the bridge, but instead he was out in the rain. He was tired and cold and wet. He pulled her over to her. "I'm sorry Doll. I'm sorry. But I can't- I''ll try... I don't know if I can do better.
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Post by Doll on Jun 7, 2010 17:00:21 GMT -5
Doll sighed, "Spot, why do you want me to yell at you, when I'm the one you are mad at?" She was a bit shocked when Spot pulled her over to him, but didn't mind, looking down, she shook her head, "I dont control you. You can do whatever you want, I dont mind anymore." 'I guess,' she thought inwardly, looking up at Spot, she noted every detail about him. It was something she seemed to do a lot, note details. She loved details. With her free arm, she lifted Spot's hat a little, to see his eyes better.
Cold. That's what the color reminded her of. Winter. They were an icy blue, but it seemed like another blue too, she couldnt figure it out thought. But there was one thing about them, and it was that they didnt scare her. She felt no intimidation. It was what set her away from others. Doll didn't see anger, or anything like that in Spot's eyes, only someone trying to hide. 'Little boy with the grown up eyes, what secrets do you hide?' she thought to herself. That, you could say, was what set her as different from Spot.
His eyes were a cold color, her's were, according to Soldier, were a warm color. Soldier said that sometimes after he'd see Spot, he'd look over at Doll, because he said he needed to get warm or something. Trash would tease her about it, saying that was the only reason she could look at his eyes without fearing. Sighing again, softer this time, she said quietly, "If you put on your shirt, I promise I'll get out of the rain, ok?" Yelling at Spot wasn't gonna make her happy, and maybe not make him happy either.
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