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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 12:09 pm
"Er," said Gale, now staring at Before with an expression of utter bewilderment that was mixed with a mild exasperation. "I don't...rightly know - though no slaps on the arse, please," he added hastily, waving his hands before the other attempted to do that. "I'm pretty sure that's just an American thing anyway - with what you call 'football,' though it really isn't football in the slightest."
Before was, well...Before. Gale sighed. Then he held out his hand.
"Fine. 'Brofists' work."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:49 am
Before nodded vigorously as he formed his own hand into the prescribed form appropriate to deliver and accept the said brofist. Except as he touched knuckles with the younger trainee, he felt something drip from his nostril. Peering down, he realized his nosebleed had started again. Whatever skin in his nose that had torn from the door's greeting earlier had reopened.
"You know, I'm thinking I should get this wrapped up in my room," he lamely apologized >n< "BUT!" he declared with a flourish of his arm, pointing a finger straight up, "I am totes open for talks, love-consultation, or if you ever just need a sounding board. Dunno how much help I can be but, well, I WILL DO MY BEST TO BE HERE FOR YOU! FELLOW FORMER BETA!" 833333 and with that, he pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose, and scuttled back to his room.
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