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Post by Sinbad on Oct 25, 2012 11:27:27 GMT -5
Sinbad knew her well enough to know that he was treating on thin ice. Which was the case rather often. He sometimes wondered whether Maeve did this because some part of her just liked to argue with him or whether there was something about him that made her contradict him. Either way, more likely was that he had acquired a bit of a cocky attire over the years and after years among mostly men and easily impressed girls, she was the first who really stood up to him and contradicted him that way. And if he had admitted it, he damn well knew that this was one of the things that drew him to her.
He raised an eyebrow, countering her fake pleasant smile that he knew was probably her alternative for snapping at him in the middle of a public place. Not that he didn´t deserve it but if she was stubborn, so could he be. "That would certainly ruin the nice newly-wed image dear friend Nazir has of us, would you really want that, darling?" he said with a perfectly charming smile of his own, walking over and picking the shirt from her hands determinatedly. "i think I´ll take this."
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Post by Maeve on Oct 27, 2012 18:25:43 GMT -5
Although his allusion to their nice newly-wed image sent little flutters in her stomach, Maeve was so annoyed with Sinbad that she didn’t even blush at his comment, nor did she flinch when he took the pale blue shirt from her hands with that oh so infuriating dimpled-smile of his. Instead, she pressed her lips together as a mean to keep her self-control. Didn’t he know he was only adding fuel to the fire? Oh yes he did, she thought, and that was precisely why he was doing it. But since he apparently had no intention of improving his cranky mood and instead preferred to keep bickering with her, then fine. She would just tick him off even more until he lost it. She had had it.
“You know what, honey,” Maeve said as determinedly as he, forcing the pet name out as an idea popped into her head. “I think I’ll take him up on his two for one sale offer.” She let her gaze wander on the colorful silk dresses on the counters and the display racks. “After all, he’s right: my husband should treat me like the true jewel that I am, even more so since I’ve been enduring his crankiness all day with the patience of a saint. Don’t you agree?” She cocked her head to the side and smiled at him charmingly.
Although they had at first made her uncomfortable, she now deliberately repeated Naazir’s words to turn them in her favor. After all, she had been so tolerant with Sinbad’s grumpy attitude for the past hours that she saw no reason as to why she shouldn’t be rewarded for it, and goading him into buying her a dress, which he wouldn’t even really pay for anyway because it was a two for one sale, was just what she needed to tick him off as payback for what he was doing to her.
She didn’t know, though, if playing husband and wife was such a good idea in their case…
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Post by Sinbad on Nov 16, 2012 2:27:10 GMT -5
Sinbad was determined to keep up with her on that and to just fire back something witty, unwilling to let her remarks slide because as much as she meant to him, what he did not like was the fact that she outsmarted him in those little banters most of the time. But her provokative statement made him chuckle aloud before he could help it. "Crankiness?" he asked, his voice raising slightly. "Not really what I would call it." He was very aware that it would probably be best to not get into an argument here - not that people arguing around the bazaars were such an uncommon sight, but he liked to keep his dignity. In particularly in front of her.
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Post by Maeve on Nov 18, 2012 14:47:25 GMT -5
Although she was glad she had just hit a nerve, Maeve didn’t have the time to savor the moment because her frustration took over. She threw her arms up in the air and let them fall down at her sides in weary exasperation. “Crankiness, grumpiness, sullenness, call it what you want. The fact is that ever since what happened this morning you’ve been sulking like a child over everything and anything.” To hell with walking on eggs, Maeve thought. Fighting with him was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment but she just didn’t know what to say or do anymore to make him snap out of his moping mood. Driven by her impulsivity and profoundly tired of the whole situation, she decided to let everything out once and for all, her voice taking on the heated tone of emotion. “I know getting your outfit fried wasn’t part of your schedule for today and I know you have a lot on your mind because there are gazillion things to see to with the new cargo, and I know that shopping and trying on clothes in a bizarre city full of colourful pieces and overly friendly sellers is the last thing you want to be doing right now, but what choice do you have? What do you want me to do?” Maeve opened her hands in the air in a desperate, questioning manner. She was blurting everything out without even pausing to take a breath. “I didn’t mean for all this to happen, alright. For crying out loud, Firouz’s invention catching on fire was an accident! You can battle harpies, skeleton warriors, rock colossus and cyclopes but you can’t deal with one little shopping session?”
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