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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 10:42 pm
Valhalla shook his head, moving around the mannequins and being careful not to touch them. As much as he didn't like the 'art' he wasn't about to ruin someone's hard work. That was against everything he stood for, more or less.
"I hope you'll learn to use your time as a knight for more, ah, useful means in the future. You know, like saving civilians from youma," he said over his shoulder to Babylon. What a complete waste of a night. He should have been off on the DCU campus making sure that those students were safe... Then again, if he hadn't been wandering Sovereign Heights and a monster attacked while Babylon was on the scene...? Yeah, it was probably a good thing that he checked, just in case.
"You're not my type," he added, lifting a hand to give him a lazy wave over his shoulder, not bothering to look back this time as he ducked out of sight under some trees. What an annoying person. No matter, he was done with him for now.
Hopefully by the next time they crossed paths, Babylon would have matured a few years. Or maybe not...
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 10:49 pm
Babylon stood, fuming with anger, watching Valhalla's retreating back. Well, that had ruined a perfectly good night. The page kicked at the gravel beneath his feet for a moment, angry at life, the universe, and everything, but especially Valhalla.
Then he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted. "YEAH? WELL, I HOPE YOU LEARN TO BE LESS OF A DOUCHE."
That was probably the end of the conversation. So much for fostering interplanetary cooperation. Babylon upheld his opinion that Valhalla had started it.
He glowered at the mannequins. Fifteen minutes ago he'd been thrilled with his work, but now it just left a sour taste in his mouth. ******** Valhalla. He'd ruined everything.
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