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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/27/2016 2:21:43 AM
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[i]She was the first person he had really opened up to in a long time. While it took him time, he was slowly allowing himself to finally show a little bit of emotion. Perhaps he'd find her something nice at a later time. Taking the ring, he let go after a moment of embrace, and pulled the dog tags from neck, his father's. Undoing the necklace clip, he slid the ring on, in between the tags. Closing the clip, he made sure it was in place, and he tucked it safely under his bandolier, so that it stayed in place.[/i]
Good luck charm.
English
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"You don't get paid enough for this." [i] She says with a smirk, completely different thoughts running through her head. [/i]
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For what? Dealing with women? Can't be much worse than the CIA. [i]Screw it. He may as well push as far as he could. [/i]
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[i] She smirks and says nothing. Wolfe wouldn't figure out why he was screwing himself over for the time being, but he'd notice when the time came.[/i] "Lets go back to playing 20 questions. It was my turn I believe?" [i] She says, a devilish grin on her face.[/i]
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Yeah. It's your turn. [i]He flopped back onto the bed again.[/i]
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"Are you a virgin?" [i] She looks at him, face completely blank minus the extremely mischievous gleam in her eye. She enjoyed nothing more than Antagonizing Jackson, and she'd gone straight for the jugular. [/i]
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[i]He looked her back, the grin of a man who'd just witnessed the dog reach the end of chain, choked before it could bite him.[/i] Remember that girl I told you about from England, and the girl that came when we were stuck on Old Autumn Hill? [i]He figured she could make the connection there.[/i]
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[i] She punched him in the chest, not lightly, but not painfully.[/i] "Fùck you. I knew I didn't like that British bitch." [i] She mumbled.[/i]
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What? The accent's cute. [i]He said, shrugging it off.[/i]
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[i] Riley smirked. She remembered when she'd had an accent once. She hadn't been born in Angel City, but she might as well have. Thanks to Kyr.[/i]
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What? It's not [i]that[/i] funny. [i]He looked over at her, the look on his face like that of a puppy that didn't realize it had done something wrong.[/i]
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"No, it's nothing." [i] She said quietly.[/i] "Your turn."
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If it's my turn, I want the answer. What's the smirk for? [i]he said, a bit more seriously.[/i]
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"I used to have an accent, back before I was taken to Angel City by Kyr." [i] She says with a slight smile. [/i]
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Just when I was thinking you were out of secrets to tell me.... [i]He said, looking over to his armor.[/i] Where were you originally from?
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"Seera. A small city off the coast of our U.S., no bigger than a Hawaiian island." [i] She says with a shrug.[/i] "I was 8 when Kyr took me from there. I can retain the accent if I try really hard. But I'd rather not."
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You don't need to. I just wanted to know a little more about you. [i]He seemed genuinely interested, but he could sense that she didn't want him to push any further. Discretion was the better part of valor. There were times to push, and times to go no further.[/i]
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"That's fine." [i] She says with a smile, pondering for a second.[/i] "Do you like sports?" [i] It was an off the wall question, but she was off the wall person.[/i]
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I liked hunting and fishing, wasn't much for football or anything like that. [i]he answered.[/i]
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"Not surprised." [i] She chuckles.[/i]
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Anything else you want to know? [i]he asked, looking over at her. He was rather alright with these questions, and he hoped that she would stay away from any particularly deep ones. So far, she had.[/i]
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"Not unless there's anything you wanna tell." [i] She says with a smile. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 10/30/2016 4:44:59 AMHow do I tell you if I don't know if you're interested in knowing? [i]he asked.[/i]
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"I'll try not to fall asleep." [i] She says with a chuckle. It seemed she didn't really care if Wolfe told her anything, or what. She was okay with it all.[/i]
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That's reassuring. Although sleep wouldn't be bad right now. Riding in a Vertibird that smells like booze and cigarettes isn't exactly sleep-conducive. [i]He stretched out on her bed, popping his back.[/i]
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"You're in my room. Are you asking me to sleep with you Jackson?" [i] She says aghast, the innuendo clear and making her smile.[/i] "Maybe not, I don't have a British accent."
