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6/19/2016 2:08:17 AM
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[i]"I dunno. Anywhere fate takes me. And what about you? Planned on following me still?"[/i]
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[i]"I can't keep up... And I'd probably get in your way... Unless you are good at carrying precious cargo."[/i]
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[i]"Well, four arms come in handy. Are you supposed to be the precious cargo?"[/i] He chuckles.
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[i]"Yeesh. Thanks for noticing."[/i] [b]She pouts and scrunches her eyes in mock frustration.[/b]
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He laughs a bit. [i]"Well then, where would I escort this precious cargo?"[/i]
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[i]"I don't know... This whole place is a uninteresting circle. Anywhere exciting to go, or at least half-fascinating?"[/i]
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[i]"Well, I don't know much about this place, so you'll have to bear with me. I'm going where my nose guides me."[/i]
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[i]"You can smell when something is exciting?"[/i] [b]She asks, incredulously.[/b]
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[i]"Well, I can smell when someone is excited, and I can smell where danger is. And often times, danger proves to be exciting."[/i]
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[i]"Uhm, woah woah, cowboy. I don't wanna deal with risky stuff. How about you call me when you find something interesting and I go find like... A dress or gun."[/i]
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[i]"Why? Afraid of a little danger?"[/i] He smirks.
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[i]"Listen bud, half the population on board hates me for being born, the other half hate for not being a sacrificial play thing... Yes, I'm slightly perturbed... Not scared, but perturbed... Enough not to go getting myself killed."[/i] [b]She says, rolling her eyes. Wasn't easy being... What she was.[/b]
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[i]"well, I don't care what you are. Not in my interests or intentions to kill you."[/i]
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[i]"Fair enough. Well, I better get going anyways... I have places to lounge about in."[/i]
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[i]"I see. Before you go, what's your name?"[/i]
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[i]"Geez... No one buys are a girl a drink first anymore... I'm Lea. You?"[/i]
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[i]"Traliks. I would buy you a drink, but I doubt this place has a bar."[/i]
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[i]"Oh well..."[/i] [b]She throws back her hair with a huff and adjusts her 'leg armor', marching off without a goodbye.[/b]
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He had met many women in his life. This one was nothing special. In her attitude, especially. He chuckles, shaking his head, walking the other way. [i]"Women..."[/i]
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
