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12/25/2015 6:20:13 PM
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He nods, looking at the TV then at her again.
"Game just ended, another disappointing loss."
He smiles, chuckling hollowly a bit.
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[i]"Oh..."[/i]
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"So....what do you wanna do?" He turns off the TV and stands.
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[i]"I don't know..."[/i] [spoiler]literally, I have no clue [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]We really can't do much until Shad finishes his space fight...[/spoiler] He checks the time, 6:58 PM. "It's about dinner time if you're hunrgy?" [spoiler]Afk...Christmas stuffs[/spoiler]
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[i]"Yeah, I am"[/i]
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He looks around, starting to walk towards the door. He stops, and backs up, disappearing into his room for a moment. Soon after, he returns with a hoodie, about Jupiter's size. He offers it to her. "Won't fit me, it's probably gonna be cold out there." He shrugs with his right arm extended, handing her the sweatshirt.
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[b]She takes it, sliding it over her body[/b]
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It's large on her, a little, but obviously would've been way to small for him. He grabs his wallet and opens the door for her, allowing her to go first.
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[b]She walks out, looking like a teenager from the skinny jeans and over sized jacket[/b]
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He follows her out, seemingly ignoring the coldness of the winter air. It chewed it's way through even the sweatshirt, making her shiver visibly and giving her goosebumps, yet Thomas seemed unresponsive in his shorts and T shirt. He had seen her shiver and chuckles. "Cold?"
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[i]"A little"[/i] [b]She sticks her hands on the pockets of the sweat shirt[/b]
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They walk down the street, past people. That helped generate warmth along with the fact that she had put her hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt. "So what kinda food do you like?"
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[i]"I don't know..."[/i] [b]She watches the strangers go by, following the towering man before her[/b]
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Most of them were too cold to notice her looking at them, others gave her strange looks. Thomas shook his head and opened the door to a restaurant on the street. It was warm, and smelled like burgers and fries. "Terran food, North America to be exact. It's pretty good." He smiled and held the door open for her.
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[b]She walks in, looking around the place[/b]
