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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/28/2017 3:16:44 AM
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His hand was gloved. His gloves were firm yet, flexible.
He wore gauntlets, over long sleeves.
He had a vest over some sort of coat. He had on a pair of boots that were sleek around his legs.
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[i]The woman soon established a loose grip on Mark's hand, looking around the dojo.[/i] "So... where to?"
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"I don't know..." Mark trailed off.
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"Well, then what's the point in us holding hands...?" [i]She smiled slightly at Mark, a little embarrassed.[/i]
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"I'm sorry," Mark apologized. He let go of her hand.
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"Oh, no, it's alright," [i]The woman rebutted awkwardly, while shoving her hand into the respective pocket of her jeans.[/i]
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"Listen..." his tone changed, to [i]My heart belongs to another, but she'll never love me[/i] tone, "Maybe we could... get some drinks, sometime?"
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[i]Piper smiled kindly, and apparently did not notice the change in Mark's tone at all; neither did she think of the request to have drinks together in any romantic way. Maybe she was just oblivious.[/i] "... sure! I'm free now, if you want?"
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Mark didn't think of it as romantic. He just wanted to get to know her.
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"Um... well...?" [i]She looked confused by Mark's lack of a response.[/i]
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"There's probably a bar around here, somewhere," Mark said.
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"Well, I don't exactly know my way around. I'll follow you?"
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He started walking toward the Bar of Blades. He pulled down the hood of his cloak. Mark's helmet was quite simple.
