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6/25/2016 6:07:51 PM
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"She could have taken it a bit more careful, weapons looked like they could've done a lot from far away.. But then again, I might not be here if she hadn't done that.. Either way, I'm thankful and owe her big time."
He started cooking and baking stuff.. Like.. Doing stuff with the flour and the milk.. Basically, he was making the waffle stuff.
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[i][u]"Can't complain about the results, however."[/u][/i] He chuckles. [i][u]"She's the spitting image of her mother, you know."[/u][/i]
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 6/25/2016 6:18:45 PM"She must have been a great lady, then.. Heard she died though."
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[i][u]"Indeed... she passed before her time."[/u][/i] He says, grimly. [i][u]"The galaxy lost a great light on that day... but she lives on through Mir'ika."[/u][/i]
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"It seems all the good people die before they should.. It's saddening, quite honestly.." He said, also grimly.
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[i][u]"well, the least we can do is keep living good lives. They wouldn't want us sulking around over their deaths."[/u][/i]
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"Still, mourning those who we've lost is good sometimes, allows you to come to terms with things. Always remember them though."
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[i][u]"I've had plenty of time to mourn. I have done my mourning."[/u][/i]
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"Guess I'm in the proper of mourning.. Coming to terms with the fact that you'll likely never see your family or friends again is hard.."
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[i][u]"it is indeed difficult... but you have to think positively on it. I was faced with a similar situation, when I fled the empire."[/u][/i]
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"I'm staying positive, I guess.. It's hard, but I'm trying.. This stuff is unpleasant.. Not fun.." He sighs deeply, and makes the waffles in silence.
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[i][u]"Well, at least you've already made some new friends... and are part of our family."[/u][/i]
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"And I'm glad for both of those things, truly." He says, a small smile forming on his face.
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[i][u]"I am glad too."[/u][/i]
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"Mhm.. Say, do you have any clocks around here or something? Because my biological clock is kinda stressed out right now."
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[i]"Hm... it's around noon right now."[/i]
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"And just as the food is done, too.. Don't know how good it'll be, but at least I didn't blow the kitchen up!" He says, chuckling; he was feeling cheerful again.
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[i][u]"Indeed you haven't. I'll go take over for her, she'll be up right away."[/u][/i] He gets up, leaving the room.
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"Bye!" He said as he opened up the waffle iron, and placed the four waffles on two plates, two on each plate.
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Soon enough, Mir'ika returns to him. She was wearing a tight mechanic jumpsuit, which was stained with oil. "So, is it all ready?"
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He looks at her with a smile, and he raised one of the plates. "Made waffles.. Because I absolutely suck in the kitchen.. Eheh.. Heh.."
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"Oh, I'm sure they taste just fine, babe!" She eagerly sits at the table, awaiting the dinner.
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"Let's hope they do, I guess.." He said as he nervously placed one of the plates in front of Miri, on the table, and then sat down next to her, placing his plate in front of him.
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She begun eating the waffle, not sure what to expect.
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It was only slightly burnt, and tasted a bit.. weirdly, like he fücked up the recipe somewhere, but other than that, they were just fine.
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She eats them with a big smile, the two of them. "Mm... not too bad!"
