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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/5/2017 12:02:47 PM
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December 26th, alright. Pan'll want to come by, I suppose. Is it a kid friendly party? Don't mean alcohol and swearing."
[i]Irina would say, in a somewhat jesting tone as she smiled with a calming grin. And even then, it was a legitimate question for the cowboy.[/i]
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[i]"Aye. Normally I'd chug one, but I gotta see your face with these." [/i]
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"Fine, fine." [i]Irina would laugh a little, pouring out a glass of the stuff before then taking a drink. Her face would scrounge up a little, as she looked over at JT as if he was crazy.[/i] "...Christ, this is.. something."
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[i]"Yeah, takes a little to get used to it." And with that said, JT took a bottle and drank at least a quarter of it. [/i]
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"Fuсking hell.." [i]Irina muttered underneath her breath in astonishment, though she had brief knowledge that JT was capable of holding his own when drinking. Some knowledge of it, anyhow.[/i] "You can handle a lot. Probably able to handle me, too, though I guess I get a little wild." [i]Suggestive jokes best jokes.[/i]
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[i]"The wilder the better, ain't that right?" JT took another swig from the bottle in his hand. His tolerance sure as hell wasn't genetic - naturally he couldn't drink much - but rather it was all handled by his synthetic body, and it's version of a liver. [/i]
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"Damn right, handsome.. should be pretty fun. Quick question, though - no, I'm not trying to kill you - how many parts of you are.. biotic? Blood flowing and such? Specific, if there are any. I do have an.. idea." [i]Irina smiled, in a rather devilish manner.[/i] [i]She was mostly asking because I don't know how much of JT is metal, though I think you've mentioned that he has nanite blood, so rip.[/i]
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[i]"My brain. That's it." JT spoke with a tone of deep pride, although it masked anger. He never wanted to get more biotics than his arm, but shit happened in his life, and so he ended up mostly machine. "I spit out the bone a while ago." [/i]
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"Sure?" [i]JT would feel a.. throbbing feeling, one that he may have been familiar with in a few situations. Irina, meanwhile, giggled a little.[/i] "...I've [i]really[/i] wanted to try that out on a guy.."
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[i]"You could've just asked me t' stand up," JT jokingly said, feeling something growing within (or rather, withon) his body. "Would've been able to see it." [/i]
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"Please, all of the other ladies and gents would be jealous. Though that's the point already, isn't it?" [i]Irina smiled yet, shaking her head.[/i] "Roughly one of the few times that I've used abilities for something other than combat. Weird."
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[i]"What else do you use it for?"[/i]
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"In the past, used the stuff for repairing wounds: either through literal scabs of frozen, solidified blood, or stitching it together using little blood tendrils - literal needles, I suppose. Constructs from blood bending work magnificently too.. but that's only in more gruesome situations. Did stuff like that when fighting dragons."
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[i]"I don't know if that's hot or just badass, so I'll double down and say both." [/i]
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"Aww, thanks. Picked up some fire abilities too, so.. we could try out a few things in our free time, I suppose."
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[i]"Whenever you wanna do something, I'm probably free. Ain't got much to do most days, aside from throw confetti grenades at kids on my lawn." [/i]
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"Well.. tonight's always a great time. The night is still young, just have to finish this couple meal.." [i]As if on cue, the waiter would return with their meals upon shining silver platers, the glare of dim lights glimmering off of their platers.[/i]
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[i]This was a point of conflicting interests for JT - He wasn't raised around high class meals, yet he didn't want to appear as a slob in front of others. So for the meal he would eat slowly yet efficiently, and rather awkwardly in terms of his hands. [/i]
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[i]In contrast, Irina was used to high-quality meals, thanks to being raised as a spoiled, richer child in the grim city of Yharnam. She seemed to eat rather simply, yet descending into silence as well.[/i]
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[i] For the duration of the meal, JT would silently eat. He valued silence, although that was mainly due to him having gotten used to it on the frontiers. [/i]
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[i]Whenever Irina finished her meal, she would set down her fork and knife, simply waiting on JT to finish his own dinner. Nothing wrong with silence - she'd be bothering his meal with attempts at conversing. In her experiences with others, at least - she would be, anyway.[/i]
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[i]JT finished his meal and transferred a few hundred credits from his Tac-Pad to the waiter. "That was a damn nice meal. Thanks get bringin' me along." [/i]
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"Hey, no problem." [i]Irina responded, riding up and offering a hand to bring JT up from his seat.[/i]
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[i]JT took Irina's hand and stood. Though reluctant to let go, he eventually did. [/i]
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[i]Irina would lead JT down a quieter part of town, the lights of Christmas decorations shining over their beings. It seemed to be close to Irina's place of residence.[/i] "Found to like the lights, here. That's the one thing that I've come to like, about the holiday." [i]Irina would lean against JT a little, smiling to herself, before placing a kiss on the side of his cheek.[/i] "Thanks, for coming along. First time that I've gotten to chill out, especially with someone like you."
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[i]JT had brought his arm around Irina, though he hadn't even noticed it until it was done. He didn't dare pull it away from her though, especially not after feeling her on his cheek, which felt rather human - Something JT had hoped to emulate. "Yeah, thanks for bringin' me. Honestly we need t'do this more often." [/i]
