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Post by Leo Kessler on May 2, 2009 23:16:04 GMT -5
Leo chuckled at Miyoko's comment about how poetic he was. "My grandfather was a famous writer in France, and some of his gift just, rubbed off on me I guess." He noticed how quickly she had looked away from him after he told her what his opinions were, which made Leo a bit sad. Leo loved it when she looked at him. Just knowing that when he was talking, and that she was actually paying attention, unlike other girls he'd met, made Leo feel comfortable and happy that Miyoko wasn't just staring aimlessly and gawking at his looks, but that she was actually trying to get to know him. "The bueaty of the flowers makes me feel good too." Leo agreed with Miyoko on how she loved flowers. As they were walking nearer to the doors to the greenhouse, Leo looked out of a huge window, and noticed that it had just stopped raining. Leo's face brightened, he loved the fresh smell that came after Forks' daily spring showers.
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Post by Miyoko Khuong on May 9, 2009 22:00:06 GMT -5
Miyoko smiled. "You have famous grandfather? That must be nice. Wait..." Miyoko paused, "If grandfather live in France, why go school here?" She looked into his beautiful eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen on a guy. Her hand slid from having their arms interlock to where she was holding his hand. His hand was so warm. He was so nice. It must therefore be too good to be true. She kept trying to shake that idea, but how could she deserve such a great guy. When they reached the doors to the greenhouse, Miyoko breathed in deeply, smiling. It smelled so nice. She pushed through the doors and brushed her hands along the pots that some of the flowers and herbs and plants were growing in.
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Post by Leo Kessler on May 15, 2009 19:15:49 GMT -5
Leo smiled at Miyoko and couldn't stop his cheeks from turning red when she ditched his arm to hold his hand. Leo loved how his hand engulfed hers, and the coolness of her tiny hand in his warm one felt nice and gave her hand a little squeeze. He was afraid that this was all but a dream and that he would awake from it. But, then Leo thought, this has to be real, but it just seems to good to be true. If this is a dream, then god has a sick sense of humor since this would be a horrible tease. Leo answered Miyoko's question "My grandfather was a famous author in France before he died. After he died, I was forced to go live by my father, and then he sent me here." He felt his throat tighten a bit as he let the words roll off his tongue. It was still a bit hard for him to talk about his grandfather...he missed him dearly. Memories started playing over and over again in his head. The first time his Grandfather taught him how to shave when he was 7, the first time he was able to ride his "big boy bike" when he was 5...memories like this just played over and over in Leo's head. Leo was awakened from his trance when the fresh smell of plants, soil and other greenhouse smells reached his nose, and Miyoko's deep sigh. She seemed so at home in the greenhouse. Miyoko had the most beautiful deep brown eyes he'd ever seen. When she smiled they seemed to brighten and he noticed that he seemed to get lost in the dark lush brown depths of her eyes. Leo's attention was solely focused on Miyoko, and that was perfectly fine with him. Leo lightly squeezed Miyoko's hand again, though he didn't quite know why. He suddenly just wanted to bring her in his arms and hold her close. We don't want to scare her away now Leo an unknown voice echoed in his head. Leo stiffened a little on reflex, but then relaxed again with Miyoko's hand in his. "Do you have a favorite kind of flower?" Leo asked Miyoko...
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Post by Miyoko Khuong on May 16, 2009 19:05:33 GMT -5
Miyoko frowned. From the way Leo spoke of his grandfather.....he must have really loved him. "I am so sorry about your grandfather," Miyoko said sympathetically, knowing what losing a family member was like. For the first couple of weeks after Jae died, Miyoko couldn't even function. She almost never slept and barely ate. The only thing that had kept her going at all was that Jae had brought her to America for a better life and she didn't want to disappoint him. She wandered among the lilies, "My favourite flower? Hm... Well, I do like roses. Blue flowers are pretty. I like all flower."
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