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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 7:16 pm
"Like sex?" Sunny cocked her head to the side. "I read a book once that compared fighting to sex. Dunno if it's really an apt comparison, I've fought a lot of people but sex isn't really in my wheelhouse."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 7:52 pm
"Like— h-huh?" Shiloh looked taken aback at the comment. Sunny speaking before like she was some weird sort of space alien was becoming more and more believable, what with all the weird s**t she was saying.
"I-I guess? It depends on the fighting, I dunno." he scuffed the pavement with his shoe as he thought through his words. In the moment of silence, he walked back towards the curb, taking a seat on it. "I mean, I guess with what I was aiming for, consent is sort of important, but... it's not like, intimate or anything, just... fightin'." he shrugged.
Then again there were a lot of similarities when he thought about it, and that perturbed him.
"I kinda like... comparing it more to a conversation. Like? Sometimes you got s**t you wanna say and there's just... no words for it, y'know?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:44 am
Sunny considered this. It made sense to consider it more of a conversation, apparently, because when she was done stroking a pretend beard that she didn't have, she nodded. "I get it," she said. "I'm sorry. Um, but..." She smiled, and offered Shiloh a hand. "If you ever wanna have a conversation and don't have words, you can call me. I'll even punch back next time."
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 6:11 pm
Shiloh seemed taken aback by the response. Did she actually get it? Was she just saying that? Did she understand it in a far different way than he meant? Shiloh supposed he'd never know... at least, not until the next time they'd meet, if that ever happened.
Still, she was offering a hand down to him, and even though Shiloh had only just taken a seat, he took the hand and hauled himself back up. It was an uplifting feeling, actually, even if he wasn't sure about Sunny's actual understanding. After a moment of consideration, he leaned back down to pick up the jacket Sunny had left there at the start of their confrontation.
He held it out to her. "I'll pick a better spot than the ********' parking lot by Denny's." he laughed, scratching the back of his head. "And... thanks for the offer. You better ********' punch back next time though." he puffed his cheeks with solid determination, "I promise I can take it. Probably."
Probably not. That would be fine too.
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