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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/30/2018 10:28:15 PM
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A 14-year-old kid, with tanned peach skin, medium-length, wavy aburn hair, horrible acne, and lots of freckles entered the cafe. He was short, at five foot 2, and skinny.
The kid had no weapons, wore stained blue jeans, a blue sweatshirt, and gray trainers. His eyes were shit brown, and he sat in the booth across from Alpha.
He drummed his fingers on the table.
"I'm bored," he complained.
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"I don't care" She said tiredly. The goat was worn, tired from days of fighting and strife and pain. She didn't seem all that open to the kid
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He shrugged, an apple appearing in his hand, as he took a bite from it. "You seem tired," he noted, bluntly.
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"no shit" She replied sarcastically "Anything else to add Sherlock?"
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"Why don't you get some sleep?" He asked.
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"gee, why haven't I thought of that" She said mockingly
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"Well, why won't you?" He asked.
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"That's personal. Go away."
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"Okay... you don't need to be so demanding. You could just, say, [i]Hey, dude. That's personal. Don't ask again.[/i] Cause, that works too." The kid took another bite out of his apple. He started talking to himself, "So where should my next food fight be?"
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"go away" She said, mot being in the mood to deal with it.
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"I'm staying right here, and I'm going to eat. You can leave, whenever, and not deal with me."
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"I was here first. The staff can remove you if you don't leave"
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"Fine. I'll leave. But you're rude. You are [i]definitely[/i] going to caught up in my next food fight," he said, leaving.
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"Try me" She said, huffing as she went back to minding her business
