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10/31/2015 4:46:54 AM
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He hugs back, his arms alone dwarfed basically her entire being. Dean was a big man. When she hugged him, she felt him wince again at something. He felt like stone, hardened and chiseled.
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She was slightly... turned on by the hardness of the man. She kept her hold a little longer than usual, only reluctantly letting go.
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He pulled back smiling. "You don't know how to speak standard all that well, do you?"
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"N-No... ai can lern..." [b]she looked a little embarrassed, looking down at her hoove-like feet.[/b]
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"Maybe I could teach you..." Smiling, he leaned forward again.
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"Really?" She looked back up in wonder, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
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"Yeah, why not?" He smiles again, happy but nervous to see how Jupiter would react to this.
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"Thank yu!" [b]she hugs him again, pressing her body against his.[/b]
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He hugs back, silent.
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She smiles. "Mi liek deen..."
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"What's your name?"
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"Ni'to'Ka..." She looks up at him, smiling. She felt good about the man, he had something to him...
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"That's a hell of a name, Ni'to'ka." He smiles back at her. She seemed nice, not human, but still.
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"Yu call mi Nika... Niki..." [b]she giggles, giving him some nicknames to work with.[/b]
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"How about Niki?" He smiles at her again.
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She nods happily, it sounded good to her. "Deen an Niki!"
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He smiles again and starts sitting up, beginning to stand. His clothes were in taters, torn and bloody. He reached down and grabbed his holster that held his knife and pistol and attached it to his hip. "Feels great to stand." Dean chuckles a bit.
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She finally let go of him as he stood, realizing she had probably made the situation very awkward. She blushes, a strange contrast of faint dark red on her blue cheeks.
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"You alright? You're blushing." He smiles down at her as he adjusts his holster a bit more.
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"Erm... Sorry..." She chuckles nervously.
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He chuckles a bit and puts his hand on her shoulder, his forearm folded against her upper back. Dean began walking down the hall with her. "How long you been on the ship?"
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She smiled up at him, walking. "I... uh... too deyz..."
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He nods. "I was out for about a week, literally in Hell." He chuckles as they walk.
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"Whoa... been long time..."
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"Been a long time since what?"
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"A week is long time..."
