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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/23/2016 8:40:02 PM
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[i]The woman smiled at the boy, her own features—high cheekbones, smooth skin, and hourglass figure beneath the long robes—made her appear in her early twenties, which indeed she was. She looked around the town called Dojoville, then turned back to the boy.[/i] "Might there be any place I can stay the night?" [i]She asked, her voice showing a slight English accent. Her bo staff wouldn't take too long to be modified, but she had been traveling for weeks on end; a place to stop, rest, and clean up was a godsend to her.[/i]
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[b][i]He paused as he thought to himself his eyes looking into hers. A small blush appearing as he shook his head smiling.[/i][/b] "Well I have a place I just recently got...I share it with four others but there's room for more!" [b][i]He says scratching the back of his head as he moves closer. Lifting her arm on her bad side and putting it over his shoulders.[/i][/b] "Here just lean on me while you walk." [b][i]He said as he looked over at her thinking his eyes closed. With a smile and a shrug he nods to another place. [/i][/b] "There's also a few inns if you would prefer that."
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[i]The woman laughed slightly, and pulled herself away from the boy, smiling awkwardly.[/i] "Er... I can walk myself," [i]She said, limping back a step.[/i] "However an inn sounds nice, d'you mind directing me towards one?" [i]She inquired as she absentmindedly ran her hair through the brunette ponytail that was drenched in sweat.[/i]
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[b][i]He placed his hands on the back of his head as he pointed at a tall building not to far away. Noticing the awkward expression on her face he looks down.[/i][/b] "I uh sorry just wanted to help if you needed it. The inns this way." [b][i]As he turned his jacket moved reveling a black wolf marking. At first seeming like a tattoo but with closer examination it was a brand like from a hot iron. He moved slowly as he turned his head back looking to see if she was following.[/i][/b]
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[i]The woman was, indeed, following, whistling a tune to herself; Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B minor, first movement. Her deep, violet eyes were taking in the scenery of Dojoville, her pale hands shoved into the pockets of her long, violet, crimson, and maroon robes. She was following a few feet behind the boy, smiling to herself for an unknown reason.[/i]
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[b][i]He turned around as he smiled slowing down for her as he started walking backwards.[/i][/b] "You seem pretty happy. Did something good happen recently?" [b][i]He was curious and almost certain it wasn't meeting him that caused it. Although that wouldn't stop him from asking even if it was.[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]rip bear. he got friend zoned[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]rip me ;-;[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]haha no demonspawn child 4 u[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]:P Kek love you too bud[/spoiler]
