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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/29/2017 6:26:22 AM
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"You'll get personal space when you start taking care of yourself and I don't think you need help anymore."
He chuckled, nudging her a little.
"And who cares what you're wearing? Still a cute goat girl."
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"Still trying to win over the affections of an overly sexualized furry." She observed dryly "I'm taking better care of myself than Sarah is. I checked her myself for anything, the usual blood screens." She sighed "If you're the legal guardian (hue) of the baby, you might like to know that her kid's safe. Just keep her away from morning sickness meds, tobacco, and alcohol."
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"Not my kid, we haven't been a thing in forever now and I'm not trying to win you over in a sexual way for the billionth time. I can compliment you without wanting sex and I don't get why I have to keep telling you that." He shook his head. "I mean mental health too. You shouldn't think of all your failures...and Pan."
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"You have three seconds to prove you aren't in my head or I will have this craft blast you back into the dust you came from, so help me God." She growled at him "What is my mother's name?" She said, to test him
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"What the...am I supposed to look in your head and answer or stay out like I am now and not? I'm confused..." Bedlam looked over at Alpha in confusion.
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"hmph." She deflated from the attack, and pulled out another cigar. Bruises were visible on the backside of her hand.
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He sighed. "What's with the bruises? And don't light another."
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She lit it anyway, and puffed on the lit cigarette. "Monster's physical resistance is based on their soul/state of mind. Mine's pretty fragile, so my body's following suit. It's nothing." She waved him off, though the gown shifted slightly with the wind and he could see three score more
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He rolled his eyes as the cigarette would die off again. "Well, do you want to talk or anything? It's strange how you went from being so open to me earlier to...this."
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"It's just a hangover." She said, relighting her cigarette. "And monsters can't develop cancer. The worst I'm looking at it emphysema, and even that can be easily treated with a flash-cloned pair of lungs."
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"Still a bad habit..." The burning would just die yet again. "Good to know you weren't actually head over heels in love with me though. That would make it harder for me to help as a friend rather than...more."
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She blushed "Well....I'm seeing someone. Well, seen. I don't know if we're a thing." The wording let her feelings be clear. It was....complicated. "And let me have this one thing. Please. It's this or a train of hookers."
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"Don't do the hooker thing...please. Anything happens I'd rather try and take care of it before you went off getting way too drunk and waste a bunch of money on paid sex." He shook his head. "I just hope this someone actually treats you well and cares. I'd hate to see you hurt again."
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"She's....as close to a bird of a feather that I could find. This girl comes from where I do....and as far as I can tell, is something along the lines of what I am." She said, thoughtfully. Her face retained its ruddy complexion, alerting Bedlam to her activities with this person.......or it was just the leftovers of the alcohol in her body.
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He chuckled. "Just make sure it's not incest. Also, try and guard your heart at least a little bit. You could end up with another person that's not there for you when you need it."
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"I'll keep it in mind." She said, moving to get up...and accidentally flashing him with the underside of her skirt as she waved him in. "C'mon. I'll pour you a drink"
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"Alright, thanks...and maybe put on some actual clothes. If you're doing this on purpose then this is a really sad attempt, may I add." He got up and followed her.
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"I'm not doing anything. And since you mentioned it, I'm gonna sit here in just my undies. To spite you." She said, stripping off the thin gown. The goat then moved to an older-looking bottle of brandy and poured Bedlam a glass, then (half of) a glass for herself.
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Bedlam sighed, taking the drink into his hand. "Why do I have the feeling you're still trying to pull some seduction crap on me? Also, isn't it a little early to be drinking this stuff?"
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"Maybe I am, maybe you're just hoping I am." She said with a shrug. "And there are worse things to do with my morning"
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"In your dreams, I'm hoping for that...maybe. Also, you still have a hangover. You should drink water, Alpha, not more alcohol." He looked over at her with caring eyes. "At least try to get better?"
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"Maybe this is my better." She said with a sour laugh "Anyhow..."
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"Alpha, I say this stuff because I care, I hope you know that." He walked over and gave her a friendly hug, kissing the top of her head. "I'm not trying to be mean, ya goat girl."
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SHe returned the hug "Mm. Thanks."
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"Cute even with a hangover..." He rubbed her one ear a little with a chuckle.
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"Is that flirting I hear?" She asked with a chuckle
