that little brat | private, ashton

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    Virginia opened her mouth to question this, but decided to keep her mouth shut. "I just thought of something," the femme realized. "There's something that you really need to see, m'kay?"


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]"What is it?" he asked, springing down from the swivel chair. "Or is it another secret!"


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    "Secret," was all Virginia said before darting off again, racing towards the direction of the mini-train station, which connected all the mini-train tracks the mall possessed


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]Ashton followed her quietly in a musedead post.


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    As the train came within leaping distance, Ginny hopped on, smiling like a maniac. "Get in loser, we're going shopping," the femme said, which was highly ironic considering that they were in a place where one goes shopping.


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]Ash frowned gently and hopped in beside her, cringing at the thought of being in a train.
    /ughhhh muse help


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    Virginia noticed that Ashton didn't look alright with this, so she asked "Ash, are you alright?"
    /just think of the future of virginton
    ashton: 'how was i supposed to know that i had to feed them?"
    ginny: "you're an idiot"


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px][he'd just feed them pizza all the time. xD]
    Ashton nodded. "I, uh, just don't like trains." he said, looking at Ginny with a forced smile while he was mentally trying to prevent puke from rising up into his throat. Puking in front of the girl he loved wouldn't exactly be the smoothest move, especially when you were highly likely to puke on them.


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    Virginia knew better than to have him do something he didn't want to do. "Well, it's fine then," the tabby said softly as she leaped out of the train car. Her silver tail gently ran across Ashton's back in a comforting way. "We'll just walk."


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]A grateful nod was all the nauseous Aussie could manage. The male hopped off the train without a second's hesitation, the sloshy feeling in his stomach dying down. "Thanks, Gin," he said, pretty sure he was blushing from her soothing touch. A giddy smile escaped onto his face, though it disappeared after a cough and a sniff. "Trains are devilspawn, I tell ya."


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    "Same devilspan category as geese and ducks, or a different one?" Virginia asked, giggling as she strode confidenally towards their destination.


    //low muse


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]"Same," he informed her. Ashton wondered where she was taking him - sure, she'd said that they were going shopping, but that meant nothing! - as they walked stiffly along.


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    "You're going to want to see this," Virginia explained as she padded towards a little boutique in the mall. There was an exact reason she was doing this: it was a little hilarious, in all honesty.


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]Ashton frowned. "See whaaaaat?" he asked, the curiosity within him ever-expanding. He made a groany noise - something that a 5 year old would do - and stamped his feet in mock fury.


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    Ginny stopped in front of the boutique. "Your band is called Five Seconds of Summer, right?" she asked. In the front windows of the store, 5SoS merchandise were everywhere. Sweatshirts, handbags, madness: you name it, it was there. "It's crazy."


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]Ashton was slightly taken aback. "Oh, my God. That is a lot of stuff, which will probably satisfy lots of teenage girls. And quite possibly me." he said, eyes wide as he studied all of the merchandise.


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    "I swear if you put on one of those gaudy Galaxy print sweatshirts, I am breaking up with you," Ginny said, a smile punctuating her silver face.


    #virginiatic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 40%][justify][size=10px]He snorted and laughed. "That isn't my kind of thing," Ashton assured her gently.