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6/22/2016 8:46:31 PM
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[i]"Simple!"[/i]
The head of the titan opens up. From it, a blue shape jumps out, onto the arm, onto the leg joint and down on the ground. Then, Lucas got a good look at her.
Her red hair was tied in a ponytail, but her bangs still fell to her face. Her skin was blue, sky blue, and she had deeper blue freckles. She wore a very... light outfit, which was what she liked to wear when she piloted. She had wide hips, a very attractive physique, a generous bust, deep red eyes with green irises. Her feet, however, were hooved. Most likely one of her alien features. She spoke up, with a light, bubbly and energetic voice.
"It's cause I'm not one!"
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 3:37:52 PMHe smiles back, his hazel brown eyes being a very light brown right now, almost as if they changed in intensity depending on his mood. "Just dates, eh? Would that mean that I have the privilege of calling you my... lover?" He never had a relationship before, nor did he even had a first time in the past, so he was rather inexperienced and shy.
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"Well, not just yet... but keep it up, and you will." She chuckles. Maybe it was the alcohol acting, but she kisses him on the cheek. "It's getting late... do you have a place to stay?"
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He grins when she kisses his cheek, and answers her question with a shake of his head, "No... I don't have a place to stay. I was actually planning on sleeping in my mech, because that thing seems pretty safe..."
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"Well... I suppose you could stay here, with us." She smiles.
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"Yeah, that reminds me... Where are the others? Your sisters, dad, and... step mom?"
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"Well, my step mom is dead too so... it's just me, my sisters and my dad. We live in this whole district. All three warehouses are connected, and we each live in one. Dad lives in here with me, though."
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"Sorry about that... I don't know if you're still sad about it, or if you ever will be again... But I'll be there for you..." He says silently; it was more of a gentle whisper.
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"Oh, it's alright. I barely knew her anyway." She shrugs.
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"Yeah, well, still. Loss is hard at most ages... I tell from personal experience, sadly."
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"I see... well, I'm sorry you had to deal with any losses. And if it helps... I'm here for you." She smiles at him.
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"I've coped with it by now; it had me very down for a long time though... 'Least I got my revenge... And I thank you for that, Miri." He returns the smile.
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She pours herself another glass, and pours one for him as well.
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He does a cheers thing with his glass before taking a short sip of it, letting the blue fluid flow around on his tongue for a bit before swallowing. That sounded wrong.
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Yup. She downed her glass, chugging every drop of it. "Ah... I think I'm going to go get some dinner... want to come with me?"
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He swiftly chugs the rest of his drink, once again gulping it down without a second thought. "I'd love to. I'm... kinda hungry by now, if I'm honest." He replied with a grin.
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She gets up. "I know just the place..."
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He gets up too, albeit a little wobbly. "Eh? What place? And I'm surprised they even have food places in here, honestly... With all the shit around."
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"It's in my backyard, with a barbecue!"
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"Barbeque?! Oh hell yeah! If only I brought a six-pack of ice cold beer... Invite some friends..." [spoiler]*American stereotyping intensifies*[/spoiler]
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"Well, we don't have much for beer, but we have some hotdogs..."
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"Hotdogs are great too! And as long as you're there, I don't mind.." He said, showing a toothy grin.
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"I'll show you how good a cook I am!" She giggles, going down the stairs.
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He swiftly gets off the chair, and looks at his empty suit of amour for a bit; it was only half a suit, the front missing, almost as if it folded and shifted so that he could step out. Then, he moves down the stairs.
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Mir'ika goes outside and prepares the barbecue, making some hotdogs.
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He starts taking his shirt off, throwing it over his right shoulder once it's off. Because alcohol. Yeah. His chest was muscular and shaven and stuff, like his arms and dem abz tho. I'm bad at describing, yes? "That's better... My guns no longer are restrained... Fresh air... Well, as fresh as the air can get in a place that's completely indoors."
