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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 2:51:53 AM
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If it's my turn, I want the answer. What's the smirk for? [i]he said, a bit more seriously.[/i]
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"I used to have an accent, back before I was taken to Angel City by Kyr." [i] She says with a slight smile. [/i]
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Just when I was thinking you were out of secrets to tell me.... [i]He said, looking over to his armor.[/i] Where were you originally from?
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"Seera. A small city off the coast of our U.S., no bigger than a Hawaiian island." [i] She says with a shrug.[/i] "I was 8 when Kyr took me from there. I can retain the accent if I try really hard. But I'd rather not."
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You don't need to. I just wanted to know a little more about you. [i]He seemed genuinely interested, but he could sense that she didn't want him to push any further. Discretion was the better part of valor. There were times to push, and times to go no further.[/i]
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"That's fine." [i] She says with a smile, pondering for a second.[/i] "Do you like sports?" [i] It was an off the wall question, but she was off the wall person.[/i]
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I liked hunting and fishing, wasn't much for football or anything like that. [i]he answered.[/i]
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"Not surprised." [i] She chuckles.[/i]
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Anything else you want to know? [i]he asked, looking over at her. He was rather alright with these questions, and he hoped that she would stay away from any particularly deep ones. So far, she had.[/i]
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"Not unless there's anything you wanna tell." [i] She says with a smile. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 10/30/2016 4:44:59 AMHow do I tell you if I don't know if you're interested in knowing? [i]he asked.[/i]
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"I'll try not to fall asleep." [i] She says with a chuckle. It seemed she didn't really care if Wolfe told her anything, or what. She was okay with it all.[/i]
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That's reassuring. Although sleep wouldn't be bad right now. Riding in a Vertibird that smells like booze and cigarettes isn't exactly sleep-conducive. [i]He stretched out on her bed, popping his back.[/i]
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"You're in my room. Are you asking me to sleep with you Jackson?" [i] She says aghast, the innuendo clear and making her smile.[/i] "Maybe not, I don't have a British accent."
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Your room, you can always kick me out. [i]He sounded like a younger sibling.[/i] I mean, I can sleep on the floor too, I really don't give a damn. [i]Perhaps that wasn't what he meant.[/i]
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"No. You're fine here. Just don't hog the blankets." [i] A small smile crossed her lips as she talked, her voice changing to a rather exotic sounding accent. Almost like a cross between British and Australian, where the speech had a lilting quality and the R's weren't quite rolled, but they were accented. [/i]
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To think someone wanted to take that away from you... [i]He folded his hands beneath his head, laying back and enjoying the comforts of a real bed for the time being. [/i]
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"Yeah.." [i] She says quietly, laying back and resting her head next to Jackson's, draping her arm across his chest. [/i]
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[i]He leaned his head to hers, and placed a hand atop hers, closing his eyes.[/i]
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