originally posted in:The New Dojo
"...Okay, but..thank you still. Means a lot, you bothering to help me. Even after I was a complete asshat."
[i]Olivia only yawned after she spoke, as she had arrived to the Dojo fairly late at night. She was pretty exhausted about the whole situation, to tell the honest truth, and probably needed rest. However, she was more angry at herself: for being manipulated by Remy, and for promptly cussing out the cowboy that later, would help her with something personal.[/i]
English
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[i]"No worries, I was way worse and more volatile when I was your age," The cowboy said as he stood from the bench and put his hands in the black leather jacket of his, which was actually a relic of his past from before the duster. Without another word he tipped the brown hat to Olivia, turned to the right of the bench, and he stepped into the Dojo to return himself to his room, the one place he usually had solace. [/i] ((End))