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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2016 11:34:02 PM
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[i]He was pretty goddamn easy to spot, since he was the 10ft tall dude in armour with enough guns to make republicans shit themselves. [/i]
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[b]She ran up to him, stopping mere inches from him. Most people would probably look insane for doing so, but she knew him. She had her usual attire on, with one added article of clothing. A cowboy hat. She just decided to fully copy JT at this point.[/b] "Hello!"
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[i]"Keri if we weren't friends and in Neo Texas, I'd probably shank you for taking my style," JT said with a chuckle accompanying his words. He did change up his duster and hat a little bit, and he still did have his prosthesis and the Chozodia Station jumpsuit, so she was thankfully not copying him to the fullest extent. [/i]
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[b]Keri chuckled too. She was glad that JT's sense of humor had stayed intact. Or maybe it hadn't, and he'd just gone crazy. Who knew?[/b] "Nice to see you too, JT."
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[i]"How you been lately?" [/i]
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"Pretty good. Met a few more people. How about you?"
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[i]"-blam!-in' horrible lately." [/i]
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"Really? What's wrong?"
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[i]"I get literally 0 customers, I have a total of maybe 2 friends, and on top of all that shit, I have had 0 luck with even getting a woman. Came close, failed." [/i]
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"Oh. That sucks, man. Just remember, I'm here for you. If you ever need somebody to talk to, just tell me, alright?"
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[i]"Yeah, talking doesn't help though. Last time, I just went on a three year camping trip and came back happy." [/i]
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"I'll assume you didn't have some epiphany on life or anything, but in any case, talking to a friend can help, JT. Just... If you ever need anything, tell me."
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[i]"Yeah." "Anyways, you wanna grab anything to eat in this shithole city?" [/i]
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"Heh. Sure. Skipped lunch today, so I'm pretty hungry. Have anywhere in mind?"
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[i]"I know a nice little Mexican place nearby. You in?" [/i]
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"Oh yeah. Haven't had Mexican in forever. Probably since we were back in Cedyetica."
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[i]"Really? That long?" JT asked as he started walking down the street. [/i]
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[b]She followed him, looking at the crowds around them.[/b] "Yep. Around twenty years at this point, right? I don't remember, cryo messed with me a bit."
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[i]"I set it to around 23 years before. Chronologically I'm seventeen here, still dating Diana, and am in a gang." [/i]
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"Really? Wow. That would be a very long time ago. Before I knew you, that's for sure. And if it's been twenty-three years... That makes me fifty-two."
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[i]"You subtract 23, not add." [/i]
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"I was talking about the o- Ohhhhhh you meant right at this time." [b]She thinks for a second.[/b] "I was six."
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[i]"Then technically a six year old would have met a drug dealing torturer." [/i]
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"Oh." [b]She goes silent.[/b] "I'm stupid. Can we just drop this topic and not talk about it again? It's kinda embarrassing that I keep screwing up my math."
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[i]"Aight. Anything you want to say to your six year old self?" [/i]
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"No. I'd rather she not see what she turns out like, even if it's a sim."
