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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

If Edward wasn't dragging people through the streets like a madwoman, Lorelai didn't see how helping people could be a mark against Edward. Maybe they were always late to events because he helped old ladies across the street? If Ramyu had driven back her dour mood with an offered olive branch she'd have miserably sulked and ruminated on how good could be bad, but the prospect of accepting the catgirl's hand was too appealing to forsake. She shakilly straightened herself, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue that had more glaze then paper product still usable and she giggled almost hysterically at the mess she must have looked when, of course, Edward came over with the aristocratic pair. 

Rather then be mortified she laughed some more, too far around the bend to return to embarrasment so soon, and rubbed vigorously at her cheeks before forsaking the endeavor as being 'good enough'. [color=crimson]"I can sweat it off exercising later. After ending the day on those magic classes I really have some pent up energy to work out, but hey, at least the farms are always ready to take on volunteers! Though they tend to not like when you work outside the lines."[/color]

[color=crimson]"How was I supposed to know that was a sports field..."[/color] She murmured lowly, trying to hide behind her cup as she recalled a creative scolding for tilling the outfield of a baseball field. Lorelai had the feeling it was a mercy the team never learned who was responsible. [color=crimson]"So, umm, you two are new here, but do you have any plans for Golden Week? It's a good time to catch up on the landmarks and take in the sights."[/color]