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1/18/2016 6:19:21 PM
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Python sips at his rather large glass of whiskey while he's stands. He looks around the room. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white shirt. The shirt was a little small, but that's to be expected with someone of his size and mass. The jeans fit well, baggy but they kept up, which is how he liked them. There was a smile on his face, an actual smile. It was happy, not empty or cold. He seemed glad to be reunited with his friends, alive or dead.
[i]We're all dead, right?
Hell if I know.
Nice pun.
Didn't even notice it.[/i]
Another long drink from his glass. Upon bringing it down, he sees a war-torn battlefield, full of fire, blood and death. He blinked hardly, shaking his head. He looked back up, it was better. He grinned again, putting that in the back of his mind then took another sip of whiskey.
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Hmm already having flashbacks? I thought it would take longer
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You startled him, he jumped a bit, looking over at you then smiling, playing dumb. "Flashbacks? What are you talking about?"
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You spaced out for several seconds
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"A man can't think?" He chuckled a bit as he took another sip.
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There's a difference in body language between thinking and recollections of memory
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He nods. "Yeah...I guess there is." He adjusts his feet, looking down. He looks up again and makes eye contact as he starts speaking. "Alright, I was having a flashback....not a pretty one."
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Besides I can smell the chemical changes in your hormones and if there's a sudden change I know something is wrong
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He drinks from his glass again silently.
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[b]stares at him then walks over to a bookshelf[/b]
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He looks over at you, sipping at his glass again.
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[b]pulls a large book off the shelf and tosses it to him[/b]
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He catches the book with one hand, holding his glass with the other. He inspect the book.
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[b]its abnormally heavy[/b]
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He looks at you then sets his glass down on a nearby table and begins flipping through the book.
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[b]after 6 pages he discovers it's a hollow book with a very old bottle of whiskey[/b]
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He smiles, shaking his head and grabbing the bottle. "Lethal, you son of a bitch."
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That could be taken as a compliment this time
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"It could." He smiles and downs the rest of his glass, pouring the ungodly old whiskey into his now empty glass. He offers some to you as well.
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I'm fine I'll start drinking when I find a legitimate reason not to
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He nods, taking a sip of the brew. "Goddamn...waited to drink that for so long. Easy the best I've ever had."
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Tell me something...how is it that you're able to love one person then another after their demise?
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He sighes, looking down then back up, swirling his drink around in his glass. "I uh...never really forget, I just....cope. I adjust to that feeling and keep going, well not anymore." He takes a long drink of the whiskey.
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I understand...if you ever need help dealing with some things I'm here [b]pulls out a pocket watch and observes the time[/b] 5 minutes and the desert is ready
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He nods, pulling the glass from his face. "Sounds good."
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Lets just hope Finny doesn't eat it all
