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"Seen some? I [i]made[/i] some."
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"Damn. Look, this is going to sound odd, but you ever read the fanfictions? Not the cringeworthy ones, but the actually decent ones?"
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"Yeah, actually. I wrote some fanfiction myself, actually. I did a series of them for Transformers."
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"Really? I've made a few. Some I'd really not prefer to go into detail about"
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"Being familiar with the whole thing, I can understand. There were some things that just don't deserve the light of day."
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"Agreed"
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She walks over to the shelf and picks up a Japanese Type 30 bayonet. [spoiler]Look it up. My grandparents have two of them. "Trophies of war." Really cool.[/spoiler]
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"God damn, that thing looks sharp"
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"It is. And it's old. All the way from World War 2. Japanese bayonet. Been passed between generations in my family."
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"Holy Fūck"
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"Yeah. We had an old World War 2 British gun, but my great-great-grandmother sold it."
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"Well that sucks"
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"Tell me about it. At least she sold it to a museum."
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"Well, it's beauty can be preserved almost as well as yours"
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Giggling, she shoves Natalie playfully. "I'm almost the same age as you, jerk."
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"I'm 20, how old are you?" [b]She says, smiling[/b]
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"Well, I'm biologically 21. Chronologically, I'd be 36." She huffs. "I hate cryo for that second part."
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"Hey man, if you stopped aging, it doesn't count" [b]She says, walking behind you and hugging you[/b]
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She reaches back and kisses her on the cheek. "I'm glad you can see things that way."
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[b]She happily giggles, and lays her head on your shoulder, arms around your stomach, pulling you tightly[/b]
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She lets you, enjoying the feeling of your warmth against her.
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[b]She does this for a few minutes, before pulling you to the bed to cuddle[/b]
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They lie down on the bed, Reni snuggling up to her, curled up.
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[b]She lays there, arm behind Reni's head[/b]
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Reni's tail curls around Natalie's body.