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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/15/2016 2:58:28 AM
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Nat was a joint girl herself though the bowls were always fun, and so she grabbed one from the fridge, unwrapped it, and brought it to Chlosnne. She set it down just in front of her and sat in a lonesome chair at the very end of the table, before she lit the tip of it with a lighter.
"So you mentioned a brother, who is he?"
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"Ling Defaln. He's a Inquisitor who finally got married after years.." She answered Natalie. Chloanne was actually pretty god damn clueless on how to use a bowl. "Uh just curious, mind explaining to me how I use this or something?"
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"I got a special technique where I just grab a bong and dump the bowl in it. One next to your seat." Nat laughed as she didn't exactly know the proper method either, hence why she preferred the joints. "And what the actual -blam!- is an Inquisitor?"
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Chloanne grabbed the bong next to her and placed it on the table. "Basically they are what keeps the Imperium from becoming shit behind the scenes. A secret police force if you will, that kills Daemons, Xenos and Heretics...though it's ironic in Ling's case. He ended up getting with a Xeno, a Space Elf to be exact." She said, chuckling as she grabbed the bowl and dumped it into the bong. "You got a lighter?"
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Natalie chuckled and tossed her lighter to Chlosnne as she took a hit from her joint, and puffed out the smoke and air a second later. "So space Gestapo? And dude get him to text me the number of some space Elves, no joke."
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Chloanne caught the lighter. "Nah, most of them are real snobby dicks. Ling just got really fücking lucky." She said, grabbing the bong and lighting the area where you're supposed to keep the lighter lit fück me I know jack shit about bongs. Then Chloanne brought it up to her mouth in which she inhaled the smoke from it.
