originally posted in:The New Dojo
"A couple. They're generic friends. Simple and plain in every sense of the word."
[i] He says, putting his hands in his jeans pockets.[/i]
English
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"Alright, well since you're a long way from NYC I'm guessing you've made friends here. Do you?"
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"I know a couple of people here, yeah."
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"Nothing significant? You have nothing to talk about?"
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"What can I say? I'm a pretty uninteresting person." [i] He says with a shrug.[/i]
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"Okay, can you describe what you think of the dojo...in detail?"
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"It's an uninteresting place, filled with uninteresting people, where the best thing is the Starbucks and their chocolate chip frappes." [i] He says with a smirk. [/i]
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[i]Charlie smirks back.[/i] "You're having more fun than most males who come into this room, I'll give you that."
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"That could be taken a lot of ways Charlie." [i] He said, and it occurred to him that he'd never told the shadowy man his name. [/i]
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"Lets just say this desk has had a lot more than just papers spread across it. What's your name again?"
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"Uh huh." [i] He says, an eyebrow raised.[/i] "Call me Ronin. It's what everyone else does."
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"Well Ronin, want a drink?"
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"Pass. I don't trust anything served by sketchy, not really psychiatrist." [i] He says with an àsshole smirk.[/i]
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[i]He sighs[/i] "I am really a psychiatrist whether or not you believe me is not my problem."
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"It's not really a problem for me either. We done here?"
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"Sure, buzzkill."