No Vision, No Hearing, Pure Love (PAFP) (GxG/B)

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    >> Her cheeks darkened slightly in a light pink blush. She easily poked her next answer. 'I'm not that big of a coffee fan but if it makes you happy then it'd be nice. I mean, unless you would prefer dinner'. She didn't know where this quickness came from when she was poking the answer out carefully. Usually she wasn't as quick and hand to look back at the code for it but suddenly she seemed to know it by heart. She then smiled softly, giving her a kiss on the cheek in return while lacing their fingers together sweetly.


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    Estella McCoy
    [color=blue]Estella poked her response, 'We could totally do dinner, anything you're craving?' By now the petite female was trying her hardest not to jump around and praise the heavens for finding a way for them to talk - even if it wasn't verbally. She softly muttered, "I can't believe this..." To herself. She really couldn't it's been six years since Estella's been in love with Alex, and now they finally were able to communicate.

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    >> At the reply Alex smiled even more, poking out her comment quickly. 'Not really. What type of food do you like? Mexican? Chinese? Any foreign food at all?' She questioned before glancing at the bell. Deciding that they had to move or they'd miss their next class, she began to lead Estella out of the room, her hand still clasped in the other girl's.


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    Estella McCoy
    [color=blue]Right before Estella stepped into her next class she poked, 'I'm not picky, you choose. This Friday work for you?' She smiled at her, kissed her on the cheek once more before stepping into the classroom. She heard more wolf whistles as she sat down, but all Estella did was smile.

    :P

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    >> She began to think of where she wanted to go as she poked, 'yeah, Friday is good'. She could then feel the kiss to her cheek, causing her cheeks to darken even more than before. Man, this girl had her whipped. carefully watching as she went to her seat and into the classroom, she just stood there, after she shook off the dazed look on her face she quickly turned, darting towards her class.


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    Estella McCoy
    [color=blue]Estella smoothed her dress down once more, she knew she shouldn't be that nervous as she paced around in front of the restaurant, but she couldn't help it. Her hair fell in soft curls down her back and she was wearing a black dress that stopped at her mid thighs with long sleeves and hugged her body just enough. She knew she was shaking, she could feel her hands constantly twitching. Knowing there was a bench right outside the door (she knew because she ran into it), Estella opted to sit, her two inch black heels clicking along the pavement.

    :P

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    >> Alex had never been a big fan of wearing dresses so instead of being he typical girl she dressed up in a surprisingly nice button up shirt and skinny jeans. Sure, it wasn't too formal but it was her expression of fancy. Well, that was until she spotted Estella. Gaping, she walked up to her. She had gotten a whole thing of paper for their freedom to communicate. Quickly, she pulled out a sheet and poked something out. Once she reached the girl she let the girl know she was there before allowing her to feel the raised bumps.


    'You're hot in that dress..'


    It read.


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    Estella McCoy
    [color=blue]Estella looked at Alex with a smile. Her hands came up to the paper and as she read it, her face turned all the shades of red. She stood up, stumbling a bit in the heels. She plucked the pencil out of Alex's hand and poked back. 'Well I'm just going to go ahead and assume you look hot too. You could be wearing a trash bag and that wouldn't change my mind.' Estella ran her free hand down the length of Alex's arm and slipped her hand into Alex's.

    :P

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    >> Alex blushed, happily twining their fingers together before leading her inside. She got someone to give them a table before she led her date over to it, gently placing her hand on the chair so she knew before she sat down in the chair across from her. She began to poke something else. It read:


    'What would you like to eat?'


    She planned on writing it down on a paper for the waiter to read out and since she was the only one able to write clearly she would do the honors gladly.


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    Estella McCoy
    [color=blue]The young woman pulled out the chair, smoothed the back of her dress and somewhat successfully sat down. Then when Estella lifted her hands up from Alex's question, she just shrugged, not really knowing the type of food offered, or what was being served. Then she heard Alex writing something that was most likely for the waiter. He cleared his throat and began listing the options, then stopped, "I have a Braille menu, I'll be right back." Estella poked an explanation to Alex to tell her why the waiter ran off all of a sudden. With a soft sigh, Estella leaned back in her chair with a soft smile on her face.