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4/6/2015 3:11:41 AM
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*storms out of bedroom with cold fire so evident from my presence you would feel it in the air*
*aggressively puts self in front of you and asks very sternly*
"Where is the training center?"
*narrowing eyes*
English
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Over there. *Points* Btw, who shit in your Cheerios this morning?
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*says despisingly, after receiving other set of instructions* "...could have been Satan himself for all I care,"
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*Glares at you* Ask me in a more polite manner, and you will receive a satisfactory answer.
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Edited by JavaBeanJohnny: 4/6/2015 3:21:18 AM*curls fingers against table* *impatiently and very sternly asks* "Where. is the training center. Please" *fingers shaking* *face is obviously straining to keep from glaring*
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*Expression remains cold* Head inside, go left. Second door on the right. *Eyes your body expressions* Are you certain you're ready for training?
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[spoiler]sorry to be late. Had dinner.[/spoiler] *says coldly while leaving* "Its not training,"
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*Calls at as you leave* What is it, then?
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*stops* *fists clench* *head hunches* *waits a good time to say something* "Anger. I just need to get it out. Try to avoid me. I won't kill you but, I can certainly hurt you," *continues walking*
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*Calls out again* Calm yourself, boy. Some of us don't need anger to be dangerous.
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*glances back while walking* *disappears into training center*
