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6/22/2016 9:27:35 PM
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He instinctively follows her eyes, smirking once he realized that she was looking at his mech.
"Its story, eh? Well, this beautiful thing - don't get jealous, please - is about three months old. I made 'er myself over the course of... About... I wanna say... Eight years? Yeah, eight years... Getting her parts was rather hard; all the ceramic and the adamantium... This is her first actual joy ride."
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"I see... well, I'm sorry you had to deal with any losses. And if it helps... I'm here for you." She smiles at him.
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"I've coped with it by now; it had me very down for a long time though... 'Least I got my revenge... And I thank you for that, Miri." He returns the smile.
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She pours herself another glass, and pours one for him as well.
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He does a cheers thing with his glass before taking a short sip of it, letting the blue fluid flow around on his tongue for a bit before swallowing. That sounded wrong.
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Yup. She downed her glass, chugging every drop of it. "Ah... I think I'm going to go get some dinner... want to come with me?"
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He swiftly chugs the rest of his drink, once again gulping it down without a second thought. "I'd love to. I'm... kinda hungry by now, if I'm honest." He replied with a grin.
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She gets up. "I know just the place..."
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He gets up too, albeit a little wobbly. "Eh? What place? And I'm surprised they even have food places in here, honestly... With all the shit around."
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"It's in my backyard, with a barbecue!"
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"Barbeque?! Oh hell yeah! If only I brought a six-pack of ice cold beer... Invite some friends..." [spoiler]*American stereotyping intensifies*[/spoiler]
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"Well, we don't have much for beer, but we have some hotdogs..."
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"Hotdogs are great too! And as long as you're there, I don't mind.." He said, showing a toothy grin.
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"I'll show you how good a cook I am!" She giggles, going down the stairs.
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He swiftly gets off the chair, and looks at his empty suit of amour for a bit; it was only half a suit, the front missing, almost as if it folded and shifted so that he could step out. Then, he moves down the stairs.
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Mir'ika goes outside and prepares the barbecue, making some hotdogs.
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He starts taking his shirt off, throwing it over his right shoulder once it's off. Because alcohol. Yeah. His chest was muscular and shaven and stuff, like his arms and dem abz tho. I'm bad at describing, yes? "That's better... My guns no longer are restrained... Fresh air... Well, as fresh as the air can get in a place that's completely indoors."
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Well, she was basically naked too already, so no worries lol. For a woman, she was quite muscular. A six pack, muscular biceps and legs, very wide hips. Most men would kill for that. Especially since she can cook, too.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 6:43:27 PMWell, considering that I could literally see every single curve and protruding thing on her body... He might as well strip to his underwear. Or get naked entirely, HMM? He won't though. Yet. Hue. He goes a little sneaky sneaky, and gets behind Miri, looking over her shoulder while his left hand grabs a handful of dat ass. I feel like I shouldn't have done that. Redneck dad Pls no. "You're perfect, for me... Great body, a cook, great personality, into battle suits..." He gently whispers before letting go of her behind, and turning on his heel, walking two steps away, and taking a quick look around, kinda embarrassed and regretful about what he just so suddenly did.
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"Whoa there, cowboy, getting a little comfortable, are we?" She says, as he grabs her ample bottom. It was a bit weird, but she wasn't awkward about it. "This body ain't yours yet, pretty boy. Soon though... if you keep it up..." She grins.
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"Yeah, sorry, alcohol and stuff.. I'm a bad drunk. Well, not bad but more awkward. I guess that's bad.. I'm q bad drunk." [i]Is it too late to, like, run very far away? Because goddamn was that awkward. Was it even awkward? Am I the only one that found that awfully awkward? Probably. Fück. Ehhh.. She's faster than me. And those weapons... Why am I even thinking of this?! Bad. Me. VERY BAD. I mean, I'm not gonna let that ruin it.. But... Njeh.. Eh... Keep your cool, me. Keep your cool. KEEP IT. [/i]
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"Relax! You look like a schoolboy at his first recital!" She giggles. "Settle down... grab a beer, relax. It's almost ready."
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"Yeah, I have never gotten this far with just about anyone so give me a break.. Oh dear, just shooting bugs is so much easier.. Beer? Get me more drunk and awkward? Eh.. That might not end well, actually.."
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"You need to calm down, handsome. It'll be alright."
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The man takes a very deep breath, and asks, "Where's the beer? I need one right about now." [spoiler]Closet alcoholic ftw. [/spoiler]
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There's a mini fridge in the warehouse. Look in there."
