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 Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:00 pm
Orient raises an eyebrow as Uriel approaches. "It's not tomorrow afternoon." he says, still holding the sac of the boy's belongings over his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:04 pm
"You're the one responsible for me being without clothes. Besides, was I really supposed to spend the rest of the day sitting in your bed?" He replies, holding out a hand, waiting for the pirate to pass him his things.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:06 pm
"Of course." Orient replies. He continues to hold the bag. "I can't be having people on the ship that won't listen to me..." he drawls. "I'm not sure I believe how much you want these..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:07 pm
Uriel doesn't find this overly amusing though, "Me staying in your room all day wasn't in our deal." He points out, just wanting his bloody stuff back, "And the sooner you give me my things, the sooner I can give you these back."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:09 pm
Orient gives him a naughty grin. "Oh, I'm sure we can... bargain for it." he says, infuriatingly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:09 pm
"You've had enough sir. Now give me my things."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:11 pm
Orient shakes his head. "I don't think I want to." he says, dodging away from the youngster. He signals for the crew to get them away from land.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:12 pm
Uriel pouts cutely at him, because he has a much better chance being cute than trying to actually out maneouvre him, "Don't make me black list you. It would be a shame."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:13 pm
Orient grins. "You wouldn't." he replies. "Because I'm the best lover you've ever had."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:14 pm
"You're far from the best." Uriel scoffs, although this it's not exactly the truth, "And keeping my things from me is not endearing you to me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:15 pm
"Poor boy, wants his things back..." Orient teases. He moves further on the ship, slowly making his way over to the crewds sleeping area.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:19 pm
Uriel follows along behind him. He's given up on arguing by now, because it doesn't seem like the crazy man is going to see reason anytime soon. He settles on pouting and slinking along to follow him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:20 pm
Orient bores of this game easily though, and sighs. He throws Uriel's bag on one of the hammocks. "Your bed." he says, motioning to it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:25 pm
He nods, and heads over to the hammock, sitting on it and rooting through his bag to make sure everything important is there. After he's contented himself on that score, he picks out one of his (few) other shirts.
Uriel strips off the shirt he'd borrowed from orient, tossing it lightly back to the pirate, and then putting his own shirt on.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:26 pm
Orient catches the shirt easily, "Dont be taking my things again." he says.
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