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Edited by Anonymous:
6/27/2016 8:57:15 AM
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"[i]I'm so sorry I am not trying to get killed! You're as bad as those Mon'keigh.[/i]"
He snapped, clearly he was beyond annoyed.
He reached behind him and grabbed his Magic Fun Time Juice, well it was actually just Eldar Spiced wine but still.
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[i]"And what's gonna kill you, ambience? Now I feel bad... have you got no faith in your ability?"[/i] He gasps. [i]"Bro... do you have low self-esteem..?"[/i]
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"[i]It's because i'm a weak fücking psyker compared to everyone else![/i]" He said, trying to use a corkscrew to open the bottle. "[i]And because of that I drink![/i]" Ciarn said, the cork popping out.
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[i]"Sheesh man... I'm sorry..."[/i] Traliks walked up to him, putting two hands on his shoulder. [i]"You gonna be alright, buddy?"[/i]
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"[i]Not after this I won't.[/i]" He said, taking off his helmet, revealing the handsome face underneath. His hair was fairly short, think surfer dickwad who always has a surfboard or joint on them and you have his hair. Ciarn raised the bottle to his lips and started drinking it.
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[i]"Well hey, whatever helps man."[/i]
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He lowered the bottle, it leaving a spicy aftertaste in his mouth. "[i]I just don't know what to do..[/i]"
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[i]"You uh... you got a girlfriend or something? Well, I'll take a guess that the answer is no... so, my friend, I know just the thing for me and you to do! We're going to find love for you. And with handsome me as your wingman, we will never fail!"[/i]
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"..." "[i]I have nothing to lose I guess. May as well put this bottle up.[/i]" He said, placing it down.
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[i]"C'mon. The night is young, my friend! Plenty of opportunities. I know some girls, see. Pretty women, all of 'em. Hot, sexy, some of them are smarter than others, others are wilder, too. See, your boy Traliks here knows all the women very well... what's your type, friend? How do you like 'em?"[/i]
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"[i]I..never really talked to females, and I'm not interested in Mon'keigh.[/i]" He said. "[i]I was never really good with talking. That is until recently.[/i]"
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[i]"Well, what's your type? And remember, dude, you have to keep an open mind! If you don't experiment a little, it's no wonder you're a depressed sack of shit! You gotta give exoticity a chance, bro."[/i]
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He took his time to think about this and after 5 minutes he answered. "[i]I will..try.[/i]"
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He chuckles. [i]"That's the spirit! Now my friend, tell me, what is your type? What woman could snag away your soul with a mere gaze?"[/i]
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"[i]Perhaps someone who is nice...not one to judge.[/i]" He said, that was what he desired.
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[i]"Nice... not judgey... hm... ah-ha! I may know just the lady for you! Ah, yes... she is smart, beautiful, calm and caring... you'd love her."[/i]
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"[i]We only just met now.[/i]" He said. "[i]But who is this person?[/i]"
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[i]"She is Kor'El's middle daughter. She is half human, half tau. And, she's single amd looking... trust your friend Traliks here!"[/i]
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"[i]Who the fück is Kor'el? And a mon'keigh and Tau interspecies...I will uh...try it. See where it goes.[/i]"
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[i]"You don't know old Kor? Tau General? Turned Necron? Turned a gas cloud? Ah, doesn't matter. You'll be meeting his daughter soon, eh?"[/i] He pats him on the back.
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"[i]I just hope he doesn't stab me.[/i]" Ciarn said. "[i]Should we go?[/i]"
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[i]"Let us go!"[/i] He laughs heartily, moving into the city with Ciarn in tow. [i]"So, my dude, tell me some more about yourself!"[/i]
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"[i]I'm just an Eldar from a craftworld, nothing abnormal.[/i]" He replied blankly.
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[i]"Well come on, don't be such a robo now! What do you like? What are your hobbies? Your passions? Your dreams, my dude!"[/i]
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"[i]To not have crippling anxiety and self esteem.[/i]"
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[i]"Well, consider those dreams are about to be granted!"[/i]
