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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/6/2017 2:04:36 PM
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“How the hell are you a horrible daughter!? Looks to me like it....” He raised his eyebrow microscopically. Was he making assumptions?
“The man who did this. Is he your father?”
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"N-No....My father did send ne out on numerous suicide missions though despite how young I was..." Traci sniffled a little.
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Ainsley nodded. “Either way, you’re not a horrible daughter. We’ll find a way to kill that man, alright?”
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"A-Alright...." Traci suddenly hugged Ainsley. "Thank you. You're so kind."
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Due to Ainsley’s focus on controlling his electricity generation, there was no shock this time. “Gah–yeah, yeah....” He murmured.
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"I'm sorry about your electric problem. Must make it hard to get laid." She patted his back with a weak giggle.
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“Believe me, electricity isn’t the only difficult part about trying to get laid,” Ainsley replied, wondering how the hell this topic came up again.
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"Oh? Have a hard time coming last?" Traci laughed harder. "S-Sorry, trying to cheer up."
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“No–what? I’ve never even done it before.” Ainsley looked like he was getting a tad bit baffled.
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"Ooooh! A virgin, hmm?" Traci giggled some more. "It's okay, sweetie. You've got a cute look going...kinda. Maybe someday a girl will find you somewhat appealing."
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“I don’t particularly care about that....” He replied with a laugh. “I’ve only got one interest, and that’s in punching people.”
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Traci smirked and placed her hands on her hips. "That's what a virgin would say. Anyway, here." Traci formed a small dagger out of steel and tossed it to him.
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He caught it by its handle, examining it. “A knife?” He gently dragged the tip across his left thumb, making a small cut. “I still prefer punching people.”
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"May help in the future. It's my way of saying thank you." Traci shrugged.
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“Well... thanks.” He slid it into a small pocket located on the holster of his revolver. His two gifts would be right next to each other now.
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"I'll see you some other time, okay?" She began to walk off, waving.
