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7/9/2016 5:26:40 PM
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[i]Lucas quickly perks up, eyeing the racist dick with a slight hint of.. annoyance. Just, annoyance. [/i]
"What the fück is that supposed to mean? Insulting me in your elvish language?"
[i]He said in response, an underlying tone of.. just plain annoyance lacing his words. He then said something very, very rude in Russian. [/i]
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"Mech is armed with some dangerous ass weapons.. Shoots heated balls of plasma and bullets.. Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.. Plus, she's pricey.. And Daunt is my AI friend." [i]He also returned the bottle to his lips, drinking the rest of the minty wine with a grin. [/i] "You are way cooler than Ling makes you look, y'know? I like you. You're a friend. Good friend."
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"[b][i]Well Ling still probably wants to..kill me. But I don't know, it seems like he changed though. More of a closeted person.[/i][/b]" Ciarn was nearly about to fall asleep, the bottle wrapped around his hands and lips.
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"I've noticed that too.. Like something's wrong with the guy, don't you think? Maybe something with his sister, I dunno though."
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"[b][i]Perhaps since he uh..you know..got with her, he's been more overprotective or something.[/i][/b]" He yawned once more.
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"Bro, go to sleep, man.." [i]He said, yawning too because yawning is contagious. [/i] "I'll just drag this alcohol inside and stuff it in my cockpit.."
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Ciarn was asleep, slightly snoring cause his life wasn't already shitty enough. Seriously, snoring sucks.
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That it does. [i]Lucas places the empty bottles in the box before closing said box. He then pushes the box inside before returning to Ciarn, and dragging him inside and placing him down on a couch or something - which was very hard because broken arm and leg. [/i]
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Ciarn groaned a bit as he was dragged onto a couch or some shit. Still being a snoring lil fuk. For some reason in his sleep mode he had a death grip on his wine. bitch ain't gonna take his wine.
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[i]After Ciarn with his wine was stationed on the couch, Lucas limped to his mech and talked with it for a bit, eventually the cockpit of said mech opens, and Lucas starts stuffing the bottles into the cockpit. Then, the cockpit closes, sealing the booze inside. Bitches ain't gonna find his stash. [/i]
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end. also how tf did u get pm bant
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Some sad kiddo who reported my porn. Knew he'd report me tho but whatever, I'm the alt master.
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/10/2016 9:14:59 PMI need some 'Research'
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Aight.
