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10/20/2015 1:17:13 AM
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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]
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He walks over and puts his arms on her shoulders, staring down, he kisses her. "I'll do the fighting for you then." Dean smiles down at her.
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[spoiler]Ladies man, lol[/spoiler] [b]She hesitates again, thinking[/b] [i]"Well, I guess it would work... Maybe, if I can get it, warship Commander?"[/i]
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[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] "Alright, Commander. Let's go." He smiles and leads her towards the door.
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[b]She turns, walking out the door She pulls her phone from her pocket, calling someone Following down the stairs, she eventually hangs up[/b]
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Before they leave, he grabs his own phone and leather jacket. Dean leads her to the Impala and opens the door for her. "It's ok, AC/DC won't take your hearing again." He chuckles a bit.
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[b]She steps into the car, smiling at his remark as she waits for him to start it up[/b]
