Getse’s Comments (group member since Dec 25, 2009)

Getse’s comments from the Yes, I know...Another RP Group? Of Course! group.

Chris shrugged, "You called me an ass," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Chris rolled his eyes, standing next to the bed, "Starting where?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
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Matt smirked, "Not really..." he said, taking the pillow back.

Chris rolled his eyes, "Key word: We," he muttered to himself, "How do you want me to act then?" he asked, following her.
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Matt grabbed a pillow and put it on his face, pressing it against himself.

Chris sighed and walked towards the couch again, plopping down on it.

Chris hopped off the counter when he finished and cleaned the plate before walking back to the living room, glancing at Jasmine slightly.

Chris bit his lip and started eating, looking down, sighing softly to himself.
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"M'kay. Just checking...." he muttered, going back to staring at the ceiling.

Chris bit his lip and grabbed a plate, serving himself dinner then hopping on the counter, looking down.
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Matt bit his lip, "Are you, like, sad or something?"

Matt smiled, "Hey, that's what makes it pretty..."

Chris opened his eyes and bit his lip, nodding slightly. He stood up, walking towards the kitchen.
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"You mess with your hair a lot, don't you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

Chris bit his lip and kept staring at the ceiling until he got bored and closed his eyes.
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Matt stared at the ceiling, biting his lip, then putting a pillow over it.

Chris sighed heavily to himself, biting his lip and laying across the couch.

Chris rolled his eyes, "Great. Another almost fight," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, and staring at the kitchen door.
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Matt sighed and leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Chris rolled his eyes, Psychopath he thought, looking away, "I'm the ass, huh?" he muttered to himself.
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Matt rolled his eyes, "It's too pretty to be out of style. If it doesn't fit, you can go to a seamstress and get it fixed. If it gets dirty go get it washed."

Chris rolled his eyes, "You're welcome. I bet you're feeling much better now."
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"So? You can wear it when you get married. Doesn't matter."

Chris smirked lightly, then made a face again, "Ugh, hope you don't make my life a living hell..."
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Matt sighed, "Well...how 'bout you just get it?"

Chris smiled when he felt a nudge, then made a face, "It must suck when the kicking gets worse..."
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Matt sighed, "You really want that dress, don't you?" he asked, curiously.

Chris chuckled, looking down at her stomach, "Hmm...you're gonna have to live what that for nine months...and it gets worse..."

Chris smirked, shrugging, "Doesn't matter...I don't really feel pain anyway...Maybe after it stops bleeding...but other than that, it's better."
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Matt nodded, kissing her cheek lightly, "M'kay...Just making sure..."

Chris rolled his eyes, smirking, "Guess not. But punching trees is better..."
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"You okay?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, smiling lightly.

Chris rolled his eyes, "Uh hu...." he muttered, shaking his head slightly.
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Matt shrugged, wrapping his arm around her waist, "M'kay..."