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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart:
6/23/2016 3:01:51 PM
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"There's not a lot to tell about me, in all honesty.. I was born in a rather small town, into a pretty wealthy and kind family. I went to a prestigious school, studied a lot.. Didn't socialize at all though.
Had really good grades, learnt a whole lot - even things that kids my age wouldn't be able to comprehend in the slightest... Then, when I was about sixteen, I stopped studying, focusing more on socializing. I got fairly popular, had friends and fun. That was until my dad's panties got in a bunch, and he sent me off to a military academy at age of eighteen. I eventually joined the military when I was somewhere in my twenties, don't know where exactly...
I worked in the.. The real offensive areas, with mechs and explosives and really big guns. It was great, really... I, still being petty damn smart and knowing a rather large amount, started dabbling in human augmentations, eventually developing meds and other things, boosting my stamina, my strength, the whole package. Basically I made super steroids. Yep...
I, using dangerous and experimental technology, eventually creating a portal thing, and ended I in here! Yay."
The man took a little pause.
"Guess there was a lot to tell, huh..."
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She does the same, downing her drink and smiling at him. She grabs her first hotdog and eats it.
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He wobbles a little, the alcohol really kicking in now. He takes one of the hotdogs, and moves it to his mouth, missing it, and poking his cheek with it. "Wha? Oh..." He giggles and successfully eats it.
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"Goodness... you have a hard time with Alcohol, don't you?" The Hotdogs, however, unlike his aim, were perfect. Taste, texture, everything.
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"Alcohol and an empty stomach don't mix well - and hit diggity damn, you are an absolutely amazing cook! These things... Oh my. Speechless."
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"Thank you! I've always been a good cook. At least, it's what others told me."
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"Good is an understatement and an insult! Because this stuff is at least half as good as you." He said with a shy grin.
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She giggles. "You and your compliments... you make me feel all fuzzy."
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"Do I make you feel all hot and fuzzy inside? Oh my, I'm flattered.. Oh yeah, alcohol is definitely kicking in alright." He chuckles.
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She eats up her second hot dog with a smile.
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He does the same, eating the hotdog with a bright smile, and with twinkling eyes.
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After finishing her food and her drink, she smiles at him. "I'm full... this was really fun, you know!"
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He finishes as well, and happily returns the smile. "This was a great day, and it still isn't over yet!.. At least, I don't think it is... What's the time? No matter! I had fun. Lots of fun."
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"It's getting a bit late, and I'm getting a bit tired..." She yawns.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 8:44:38 PM"Spare bed anywhere? Or... I did see two couches. Ah, yes.. Better than my mech, though my mech still is pretty comfortable.." The man yawns, covering his mouth with a hand.
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"There's a spare bed in my room. You can sleep there."
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 8:50:25 PM"Your room? Haven't been there.. Unless I somehow missed two beds in the other room." He chuckles.
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"I'll show you the place, don't worry." She smiles, standing up and stretching.
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"Thanks, dear." He yawns again, his hand covering his mouth still. Then he gets up with a groan, and stretches as well, his bones making a couple of rather loud pops and cracks.
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[spoiler]ew.[/spoiler] She took him to the bedroom, where there was two beds.
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[spoiler]What are you on about? Cracking and popping my bones feels great. [/spoiler] "So, dearest, which bed is yours and which one is mine to sleep on?" He yawns... Again, and stretches some more, making his muscles bulge. Because that's how it works? I dunno. Blame the alcohol.
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"I sleep on the left, you sleep on the right. If it's alright with you, I'm going to sleep right now."
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"Me too.. I'm tired.." He throws his shirt onto the bed, and fiddles with his shorts, letting it drop to his feet. He then kicks it onto the bed, and slips into said bed.
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"Yeah... sleep well, Lucas..." Mir'ika slips into her bed.
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"Sleep well, Miri..." And with that, Luke passes out with a very soft snore.
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[spoiler]end, I assume?[/spoiler]
