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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/25/2017 12:18:01 AM
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"Well, I can't say I know the feeling, though I could picture how it might be hard." [b][i]He said, his eyes stealthily darting over to the piece of paper to see what it was[/i][/b]
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/25/2017 12:20:50 AMIt was a candy wrapper, of a Jolly Rancher. Grape flavor, according too the wrapper. The crackling sound was somewhat annoying.
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[b][i]Angelo didn't mind really. Little noises had stopped annoying him when he learned to block out things to listen to his surroundings. To be honest he didn't even really hear the wrapper[/i][/b]
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Blake continually silent. Until Flame appeared. "Aw, you can't talk. Poor Sunbreaker. I'll talk for you," the firey Ghost mocked. "N-n-n-o! No Flame!" Blake yelled. "Ya know, Angelo, Blakey was dreaming about you-uu~!" Flame said.
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"W-wait, What?!" [b][i]Angelo said, taking a step back. He turned away from the ghost, a bad attempt to hide embarrassment. He didn't necessarily sound angry, just surprised. If one listened ridiculously closely, one might almost hear a tinge of happiness[/i][/b]
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"Yeah, it was a very mushy dream too," Flame added. Blale blushed. "That's not true!" He denied.
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[b][i]Angelo didn't turn around, a bright blush forming on his own two cheeks. If one peeked at his face they'd see it as well, and he was debating putting on his helmet simply to cover it[/i][/b]
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Blake put on his helmet, the Darkblade Helm.
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[b][i]Angelo did the same thing, planning just to keep it on until the blush on his cheeks subsided. He wanted desperately to ask if that ghost spoke true or was simply lying...[/i][/b] [b][i]So following Blake's lead as of earlier, he did.[/i][/b] "I-is he honest?" [b][i]He said, no sense of a condescending tone. It was as if he was saying 'no judgement on whatever you tell me.'[/i][/b]
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"I mean, he scans my mind 24/7 so.... yeah, that's true."
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[b][i]Angelo sighed a bit, looking around before removing his helmet, revealing the blush on his face. It wasn't the colour of anger, encompassing entire face like a volcano about to erupt. No, it was more like that of embarrassment or happiness, setting in right around the cheekbone area[/i][/b] "Well... I-I feel the same way." [b][i]He said, as if it took strength to muster up the words[/i][/b]
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There was yet another awkward silence.
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"Look, I know I was drunk when I said things, but to be honest I was hitting on you a bit. I mean, you're good looking, brave, funny, kind. I just... I didn't want to say anything around my team." [b][i]He said[/i][/b]
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"They don't know," Blake replied, "I don't know much about you. But from I know so far. You're a pretty good guy. Good sense of humor. Plenty of puns. I can admire that. But that's all not including your good looks."
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[b][i]He smiled a bit, having calmed down after the initial outburst.[/i][/b] "Well, we could always take the time to get to know each other."
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"Are you sure you're not a swiss army knife?" He asked.
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"Yes. Why would you ask that?" [b][i]He said, feinting to play dumb as he figured it was the beginning of a joke[/i][/b]
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"You have so many good points."
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"Careful not to cut yourself with moves that sharp." [b][i]Angelo said laughing a bit.[/i][/b]
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Blake took his helmet off. A cheeky grin ran across his face.
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[b][i]Angelo was grinning as well.[/i][/b] "So, I'll take it we have a date?" [b][i]He said slyly[/i][/b]
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"Yeah, I think so," Blake replied.
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"How about later tonight, or tomorrow? Dinner sound good?@ [b][i]He said, his confidence having returned[/i][/b]
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"Maybe tonight," he decided.
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"Alright. Know any good places around here?"
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"Not really, no."
