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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/24/2017 2:17:41 AM
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"Well, not the keepsake must people choose but I can see why you chose it. If you want, i can avoid that topic.@ [b][i]Angelo said. He knew that he might not want to talk about his fallen comrade.[/i][/b]
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"I also think I might tell Chase.. soon," he added. This did nothing to stop the tears. In fact, it was only hurting him more to say that.
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"Hey, if you want I can be there when you tell him to back you up. Moral support." [b][i]Angelo said. He didn't know if his friend would ask any questions about what was said while they were drunk, or if he even remembered [/i][/b]
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"I'm not sure when I should tell him, though," Blake sighed, "Any suggestions."
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"Any time really. Just, get it out there and face what he says. He insults you for it, you give him shit for it. If he's casual about it, then just accept that some things don't work out. And if you get lucky and he says yeah, then great." [b][i]Angelo says, after taking a moment to think about it[/i][/b]
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"Thanks..." Blake replied with a positive attitude, "I'm feeling a bit more confident." "You'll need it," Flame said, appearing.
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"No problem. Like I said, you want me there to back you up ok more than happy to. I know that doesn't say much, considering I know you about as well as any other drunkard inns a bar." [b][i]He says laughing a bit as he holstered his pistol from cleaning.[/i][/b]
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"You can come along," Blake offered.
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"Aight. Well, just tell me whenever you're planning on doing it." [b][i]He says.[/i][/b] "Gotta admit, it takes some guts to do it."
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"I've only have enough of them to do it once," he told Angelo, "It's been plaguing me for years. Best go do it now." He placed the Raze-Lighter on his back again, and started walking.
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"Probably for the best." [b][i]He says, as he followed, his helmet under arm and military gear still on himself. In any other place, a man in full military gear may look strange[/i][/b]
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After a few minutes, Blake had found Chase. "Chase!" He called, "Wait up!" The Titan sighed, "What is it this time, Blake?"
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[b][i]Angelo waved as they approached, significantly more sober than the last time the two had seen each other. He didn't say anything, being mid yawn as they approached[/i][/b]
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"I just want to talk to you about something," Blake requested. "Okay, what's on your mind, I'm all ears," Chase replied. "Chase.... remember how that Hawaiian lady implied that I had a thing for James?" He asked. "I recall." "I kinda nodded along to it." "You sounded sarcastic, but you were also pretty hammered." "I.. I lied. I didn't have a thing for James--" "O-kay.." "I secretly had had a crush on you all these years." Chase's eyes went wide as he got hit in the face with the truth. A truth that could literally only hit in the form of Blake's flaming hammer. Everything Chase had ever thought about his comrade shattered. The two stood in silence for several minutes. It took time for the words to settle in. And for Chase to figure out how to reply to this without freaking out.
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[b][i]Angelo smiled a bit heRing the man say it, get it off his chest. He admired the guts it took, remembering his he himself hadn't even broken news about a similar fact to his own team.[/i][/b]
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The silence endured for another minute. "Wait a minute...? Hold on... Blake are you asking me out?" Chase asked. "I... guess so..." he replied, nervously. Chase sighed, "No. I'm not interested in you. Plus, well, there is some examples to back up my reasoning." Blake sighed, "I probably would know some of those reasons." "I know you would. I hope this doesn't complicate things." "Or the fact we're teammates and friends would make things more awkward." "I don't think this will help the fact that Sarah ships us together, that would lead to more teasing." "Can we drop this before it gets too awkward?" "You're probably gonna repress this memory, anyway."
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"Well, definitely not the worst response you could've gotten." [b][i]Angelo said, feeling a bit of relief on the fact that this was the result of the situation. It could've ended much worse.[/i][/b]
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"See ya later," Blake told Chase, starting to walk away from his teammate. "That went better than I thought it would," he muttered.
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[b][i]Angelo followed Blake, smiling a bit as he patted him on the shoulder[/i][/b] "What, expected to et stabbed?" [b][i]He said jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood[/i][/b]
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"A more serious no, and a knee to the groin," Blake shrugged, laughing.
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"Ok, yeah. That classifies as a lot worse." [b][i]He says.[/i][/b] "Still, that took some gut." [b][i]He said, just thinking about the time that he would tell his own team, or about what had been said the night before. He was surprised he could still remember it [/i][/b]
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"Well, I'm kind of a brave guy" he chuckled.
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"It's a trait I can definitely admire. Gotta have some courage in careers like our, right?" [b][i]He says, grinning a bit.[/i][/b]
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"Hey... uh, do you remember anything from last night?" He asked.
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"It's, uh, its in bits and pieces but yeah I remember some of it." [b][i]He said, hoping Blake wouldn't ask, but he knew that Hope was futile.[/i][/b]
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"Okay... I think I did flirt with you a little," Blake replied. His hand drifted to his belt, to the handle of some sort of hammer. It was huge, the head was less than five feet in volume. Its handle had spirals, and the head of the hammer was jagged. The other side was a well carved falcon.
