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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 9:33 am
"What?" Now this was interesting. Chel reached out to still the punching bag. "Back in New York? Who are they?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 9:36 am
"That is none of your business."
Another hard strike of the punching bag. He shifted back a bit, still lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. Shun shook out his wrists and let out a breath, then moved right back in.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 9:38 am
Instead of continuing on her own, Chel began pacing towards his bag. Mostly because she was already tired (having never done this before she'd already overexerted herself) but also because she was slightly interested.
"Yeah but nothin's anybody's business 'til you make it yer business." She tapped her chin. "I bet you was just makin' 'em up."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 9:41 am
"And why would I do that?" he asked lowly. He saw Chel approaching out of the corner of his eyes, but he still didn't turn towards her, keeping his focus on his own bag.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 9:45 am
"'Cause you just didn't wanna admit you got no friends." Chel waved her hands and said, "Like oh no I totally got my friend ... Billy Bob no he's VERY real." She grinned at him, but not in a malicious way. More like they were old companions sharing an inside joke.
She was a few paces away from him now, not enough to interfere but enough to lean against the wall behind him. "So?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 9:50 am
Another low grunt escaped him.
"Just one of the guys back at the old precinct who was not a bumbling idiot," he muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 6:45 pm
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 6:48 pm
Shun actually stopped to kind of stare at Chel for that question.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:02 pm
Well, it was worth a shot.
Chel let out a long suffering sigh. At least she got him to admit something.
"Ferget it. You wanna catch lunch after this?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:10 pm
At that, Shun only let out a grunt. He went to drink a little bit more water since he had already stopped for the time being. Once he had his fill, he made his way back to the bag.
"Persistent one," he just muttered while getting back to work.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:11 pm
"Stubborn one," she mimicked back at him.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:22 pm
"Are you like this with every damn person you meet?" he asked lowly.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:25 pm
"Are you?"
She was actually having fun now.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:29 pm
"More or less, yes," he mumbled.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 7:30 pm
She peeked her head around his shoulder at the bag and his now beaten bandages.
"Now that we've sorted that out: lunch?"
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