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It wasn't easy to get good at them. When I was 15, I spent three weeks dancing in heels after school until I could live on them, and run in them.
But I had to fall down quite a bit.
I suppose its vanity, I know how good they make me, and women in general, look
smiling
Would you like to sit? Take a load off? Whats this about ceremony?
 
She laughs, imagining herself attempting that.

I'd likely kill myself in the proccess. Oh, the stories I could tell about my lack of balance. You'd think, me being short, I'd have a better sense of it.

She gladly accepts the offer to sit, glancing, only momentarily, at her wristwatch.

Well, I guess it isn't technically called a ceremony, but that's, really, what it is. They don't hand out the diplomas until later, so it's really not a graduation, just a ceremony.

Anyway, my brother is graduating from college. Or, as I like to put it, tonight is the ceremony.
 
Oh, I was one big mess of bruises for that period of time. But, you know, I was an all-or-nothing kind of girl
Still am I suppose
Thats very exciting about your brother graduating, though
pump dangling from toes...bouncing slowly
Its fun getting dressed up, too, but sometimes its better to be sitting than standning. I have more than a few pairs of CFM heels that I can't spend more than 5 minutes standing in.
 
Oh, I very much enjoy getting dressed up, but I try to keep the heels down to an inch, at most. That's what I wore to my prom, and I still managed to fall quite a bit.

She eyes the movement of her feet momentarily, distractedly, and then, slowly, moves her eyes back upwards.
 
It seems the only prudent plan of action is to make sure that when you are wearing heels, you have someone close by to catch you. Or that you can grab hold of.
Like wearing a lifejacket
You must adore how flip-flops have become acceptable almost everywhere over the past several years
I wear them to work fairly often, but these days, I'm strangley obsessed with my ankles, and the heels really make them stand out
slowly stretching my leg out infront of the Sweetmeat
 
Oh, yes, I really do.

She speaks whilest eyeing the leg in front of her, subconsciously licking her lip slightly.

I even own a pair of platform flip-flops.
 
idly letting the leg come to rest across the girl's lap, leaving legs spread brazenly
One of my favorite outfits is my red silk Asian dress with platform flipflops
 
Sounds luscious

She purrs and brings up a hand to the leg resting upon, trying hard not to stare at the enticing sight before her.
 
I tend to wear it places I might want to go barefoot. Certain clubs, parties, and so forth.
Sadly, they clash with my love of nylon
giggling
 
She raises an eyebrow momentarily.

I do hate to be such a tease, but I do have to go in a few moments.

She sounds genuinely sad about this fact.
 
Its OK. There's a difference between being a tease and partaking in some flirtatious conversation.
Not that there's anything wrong with being a tease, mind you.
I wouldn't mind finding you again, though.
Or you finding me.
Sincerely said...leg not moving from the girl's lap, though
 
*the soft click of claws on the floor is barely heard amoung the noise of the room his mat black fur glistening in the light of the room, Standing 4ft 9 at the shoulder and 5 feet long, his wolven nose rises to the air as he scents the air, licking his K-9's, trotting over to his couch he hops up, curling his wolven body onto the couch his tail twitching slightly as he watchs those around him, his yellow eyes almost glowing in the low light of the room and reflecting the light of the fire he lets go a relaxing sigh
 
She nods.

I have a bit of a reputation around here...

She giggles.

Just a small one.

She winks, and reluctantly stands, slowly lifting the leg from her.

Wish I could take this with me though.

Oh, hey Logan. Bye Logan.

And she leaves, clumsily, but managing to stand the whole time.
 
watching the girl leave, enjoying how her parting words feel, how they taste...smiling and fanning herself with a tiny laugh

byebye, Sweetness

and hello Puppy
 
his wolven head looks up at the puppy comment, canting his head to the side his voice was soft as his voice floated through her mind

what is with everyone calling me Puppy..........

his tail thumping on the couch gently his yellow/gold eyes looked to Oreo before she takes off to the RW in a stumble then back to Veil
 
his tongue trails over his muzzle as he huffs a laugh

how could a 4ft tall 5 ft long wolf be considered puppyish?

he huffs again a gentle laugh closing his eyes a dark myst swirls around his form, fur melting into flesh, 4 legs and paws shifting from wolf to human hands and legs, sitting now, 6ft tall, clad in black jeans, tanktop, brown hair trimmed skull short, trenchcoat open and resting against the couch as he stretchs his arms and lays them along the back of the couch he was sitting on

"better?" he laughed gently
 
Puppiness is a matter of perspective. I would have thought a creature of two forms would know things like that
smiles
Oh, and I was hardly complaining about you BEING a puppy, there was no need to change on my account
 
his baritone voice was gentle as he laughed

"i spend enough time in my fur as is, too long and i might forget how to be a human"

he smiled gently, taking his sunglasses off to reveal deep rich brown eyes, he tucked the glasses away in a pocket of his trench, his eyes traveling over the beauty before him and he smiled in appreciation then looked back to her face

"im Logan, i dont think we've met"
 
No, we haven't. As I was telling the prettything who just left, I'm not usually in this room, though I was close to the one who opened it
sighs...missing Velvet painfully, sometimes
And I'm Vail
 
yes it has been some time since ive seen our Velvet around, *a sad smile*

"its a pleasure to meet you vail, couldnt help but notice you teasing the poor girl with your beautiful legs before, "

he cracked a grin
 
Yes, she told me that her life was taking her elsewhere, away from here, but that she was happy, and thats what matters.

And I believe that this girl was teasing me right back, just differently
smiles
 
he chuckled gently and nodded

"hmmm guess teasing is in the eye of the beholder, "

getting up the thud of his biker boots on the floor he moves to the bar to pour himself a drink

"can i get you anything?"
 
Bourbon, please.
Teasing...flirting...is an art...a dance. Not everyone paints or moves the same
 
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