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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/18/2017 12:18:03 AM
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[spoiler]Bruh I said I grabbed his hand already[/spoiler]
Ginger had already grabbed his hand, thoughts of headbutting the man's irritable face into oblivion crossing his mind once or twice.
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[spoiler]oh[/spoiler] In a flash of blue light, the two arrived at the gates of the Dojo. "Here it is, man. The cesspool of the universe."
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“[b]I take it you’re a native then.[/b]” Ginger exchanged a glance at Garin, before looking around at his surroundings.
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"Partly. I live here, but I was born on Earth around, eh... I think it's about 28 years ago. Feels like a fuсkin' eternity though." Garin's voice was filled with disdain and possibly hatred for the Dojo. He shook his head as he opened the massive wooden gates, paint peeling into his hand. Holding the gate open with his foot, Garin patted his side and inner pocket. "After you. And yes, I'm checking to see if you stole anything. You can never be sure." Do I trust Garin? Eh. Should Ginger? No. Just a tip. [spoiler]he isn't gonna pull anything tho 🅱[/spoiler]
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“[b]I’m from Earth too... though likely another timeline.[/b]” Ginger walked through the door, eyeing Garin through peripheral vision the entire time. He still didn’t trust the shifty, quirky man who showed him he way.
