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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/1/2016 2:45:22 AM
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*Quincy, slightly less intoxicated than earlier, walks by not noticing Irina. Irina on the other hand, notices Quincy. (please dont immediately try killing me)*
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[i]Irina didn't immediately lose her shit just yet, but instead casually waved towards Quincy with a clawed hand. She had gotten over the past. She just hoped that Quincy did as well.[/i]
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*Quincy nervously smiled (in a good way, i guess) and shyly waved back, half hoping she came over to chat*
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[i]Irina had thought about engaging someone in a conversation. She hadn't done something like that in years, but...she'd figure that she would start talking to Quincy. She walked towards him, eventually stopping.[/i] "...Hey."
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H-hi Irina, hows it going? *Quincy said in a dazed-ish tone, probably thanks to all the soda he had drunk*
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"Good, good. How are you doing? You look drunk." [i]The Vileblood sounded like a robot, yet there was some emotion within her voice. It was quite peaceful...and loving. As if she actually liked Quincy now.[/i]
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Im definitely doing better. yeah -hic- im just a tad buzzed -hic- on orange soda.. it has different affects on canines than humans.. fortunately -hic- it wont last too long..
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"...Good. What about you? You don't sound too well." [i]It had been quite a while since Irina had gotten drunk, but she knew about how Quincy felt. She'd keep him out here, probably for partying reasons.[/i]
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Nahh, im fine,just a little -hic- dizzy... mightve been the soda.. -hic- *two things are immediately noticeable about Quincy, 1.) He's slightly off balance. and 2.) He's only wearing bright orange running shorts*
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"...Yeah, I...I see that." [i]A low chuckle escaped the dark helmet that Irina had slid on for her Halloween outfit. Perhaps she found comedy in this.[/i] "I think you should rest for a bit. Don't want anything bad to happen. Especially to you."
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Edited by Pamhakat: 11/2/2016 12:45:34 AMYeah... yeah, rest sounds nice.. Thanks.. for caring -hic- *Quincy smiles. Even though his mind is a little cloudy, he's still overjoyed that he and Irina were fine now, past incident set aside* Uhm.. -hic- how do i get out of here?
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"...I could try pulling you to your home. Don't know where you actually live, but..." [i]Irina was one of the tallest and technically, due to her armor, among bulkiest people there. She would probably be able to pull Quincy out of the party rather easily.[/i]
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Ive been staying over in -hic- Sketch's house in his living room -hic-. i sleep in a box. with a pillow, and blankets... -hic- *Quincy seems to be exhausted*
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"Sketch's house. Okay." [i]Immediately, Irina's clawed hand wrapped around Quincy's arm and began pulling him towards the general direction of Sketch's home, bumping past several partying people, knocking drinks over, and causing commotion as she did so. And the best thing was that she didn't even care.[/i]
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*Quincy stumbles after Irina, passing by the havok she caused, chuckling a little as he saw someone get up who had had a sheep thrown in their face* whee... *Quincy rubs his eyes with his other hand/paw*
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"Chillax." [i]Irina grinned under her helmet at the sight of Quincy, before resuming her rather chaotic behavior, pushing through men and women with relative ease. Yells of "Hey, watch it!" and swearing could be heard as and passed.[/i]
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*as they progressed through the crowd, Quincy seemed to stumble more and more, tripping on loose things here and there. *
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[i]After noticing this, Irina got a little angry.[/i] [i]She suddenly lifted Quincy up with both hands, placing him over her shoulder and beginning to sprint through the crowd. Funny enough, the spikes protruding outwards from her shoulder seemed to hold Quincy in place, while the claws on her gauntlets only lightly gripped him and still held him on.[/i]
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*Quincy bounced around on her shoulders, enjoying the view. he felt taller, being able to see over everyone's heads*
