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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Cazberry Pie:
10/19/2016 3:25:33 AM
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[b]Au revoir! (^~^)/[/b]
[b]Edit:[/b] K, seems like I need to make it a little more clear; I'm out. I'm done. Bye.
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Bye-bye, fameroni
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Adios man! Wish you the best!
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Seeya, bud.
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Adios! Good luck in future endeavors!
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Merci. Salut.
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Wait you're actually leaving?
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Yeah LMFAO. Did it take you this long to comprehend my message?
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Wow that was unnecessarily rude. No it didn't I'm just on break and didn't see your post. May I inquire as to why?
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It was [i]obviously[/i] meant to be unnecessarily rude. To answer your question, I'll give you the more relatable to the two reasons; I've been wasting far too much time here, and have to spend said time on more... useful things.
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Are you leaving or something? Just curious.
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Spot-on ^~^
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Huh. If you're willing to, why?
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Does it matter?
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Not really. Just trying to fill the void that is my curiosity. But I guess if you don't feel like saying, I won't push it.
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K. Nice talk.
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Bye. I'll see you if you ever come back.
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What.
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Just saying bye. Am I not allowed to do that now?
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Thought you were like leavin or some shit for some reason.
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Lmfao, totally not!! In fact, you could check the list of people; just to double check that I didn't do anything stupid again!
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[b]Haknir walked into the night club, his weapons were put away and he was looking to have a good time. He walked around, looking at the different people hanging out until he saw the woman and man talking. A grin swept across his face and he walked closer to them. He interrupted their conversation.[/b] "Hello, you two, lovely evening, huh?"
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That very same half of the bar kept patrons aplenty all housed in a nature of entertainment solely, though one man was having the time of his fairly short life up to this point. The black overshirt with the sleeves rolled past his elbows belonged to Treyman who wore only a grey undershirt beneath the buttoned article of clothing, and a pair of dark blue jeans on and over his legs. He was sitting in a booth with one arm on the table and the other holding a cigarette, as he scanned the crowd and rested his cyan shaded eyes on the woman in the fishnets, which he hadn't really minded the look of in all honesty. Though Treyman was a loose cannon and the Barbaro of every story that had a Vito so to speak, so naturally he would bring his gaze to a woman like that.
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[i]The scantily clad woman had not noticed Treyman yet, continuing with her rather... friendly... conversation with her "date". The blond-haired man leaned forward, planting a kiss on the woman's lips, and while she did kiss back it showed no signs of passion or love. She was doing this for the money involved, and that was really it. After a while, the man pulled back and the conversation continued, granted with several shorter smooches interrupting it.[/i]
