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10/20/2015 1:04:27 AM
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Dean pulls on a pair of boxers then a pair of pants and walks towards the bathroom.
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[b]She lets out a loud sigh, catching his attention as she slowly gets up[/b]
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He looks back at her and smiles. "I uh....didn't wanna wake you."
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[b]She rubs one of her eyes, forgetting that she was still naked, as she walks to the bathroom as well[/b] [i]"Hm...?"[/i]
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Dean, looking down at her chest then back up at her face. "Nothing..." He opens the door for he and holds it open.
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[b]She doesn't seem to notice, walking straight to the shower, as she opens the stained glass door and steps into it, and closes it behind her She then turns the water on, and stands there for a bit[/b] [spoiler]lel, pervert[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That's how he is....like thirsty-er than Ginger *hopes Ginger sees this* Yeah, son.[/spoiler] He follows her into the bathroom and starts brushing his teeth, starting up for the morning.
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Edited by Spyglass: 10/20/2015 1:47:46 AM[spoiler]I -blam!-ing hate you, and nobody is thirstier than me. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]TROLOLOLOL[/spoiler]
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[b]She remains there for a bit, washing herself, as she turns the shower off and exits it, picking up a towel[/b]
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He speaks to her as he's brushing his teeth. "So, there was this ad on the radio about some fireteam. I think I'm gonna join up." He spits into the sink, starting to brush again.
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[b]She looks over at him, combing out her hair[/b] [i]"Mhmm"[/i]
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"Aaand I was wondering if you wanted to join up too." The words are close to inaudible through the toothbrush.
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[i]"Me? Join some militia?"[/i] [b]She lets out a sarcastic laugh[/b]
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He spits into the sink again. "Well, it's 2 billion Galactic credits and a name clear of any sort of bullshit." He shrugs. "I'm not passing that up."
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[i]"Knowing you, you wouldn't"[/i]
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He cleans out his toothbrush and sets it up in the cabinet. "Come on, it'll be fun. I promise." Dean grins.
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[b]She walks out of the bathroom, off to find her clothes[/b] [i]"I'm not exactly fit for combat"[/i]
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"They said it wouldn't be all combat." He follows her out and starts putting on deodorant, reaching for a shirt.
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[b]She was already clipping her bra into place, and buttons her pants as she slides her shirt over her head[/b] [i]"Deskwork? Rather shoot myself in the foot first"[/i]
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"Then come, hold a gun and look good. I'll do the desk work and the fighting." He pulls his shirt down.
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[b]She turns around to face him[/b] [i]"Mhmm..."[/i] [b]She sounds a little in convinced[/b]
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"It's two billion credits! Why aren't you jumping on this?" He smiles at her, starting to put on his work boots.
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[i]"Because that would mean combat, something I don't really look forward to"[/i] [b]She sighs[/b]
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"You ever actually been in a fight? Lotta fun when you're winning."
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[i]"No, I havnt Don't plan to either"[/i] [b]She crosses her arms[/b]
