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 Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:17 pm
"Thanks." whether Solomon got it wasn't exactly a nice comment in his direction or not wasn't exactly clear as he seemed to finally be content with how much he'd scraped off of his visor without having to take it off.
Never the less, when Peyton chucked the handful of mud at the back of the Death Trainee's head, Solomon had to contain a chuckle while maintaining the casual conversation she was trying to play off. "Well..." he rubbed his hand along the stubble that was growing in (he needed maintenance and quick before he turned into a character from Jumanji), "Hm. Guess I can't argue that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:20 am
Ripley was holding his head to nurse a forming headache when the hand extended down to him. His hands dropped as he followed the line of Peyton's arm to meet her gaze, offering a small smile at her sportsmanship. "Yes, yes it was. Good fight indeed~" Even if he lost, he was still damned proud of himself. A muddy hand grasped hers, using it to help get back to his feet first and then held on for a little gentleman's shake. "We should do it again sometime?" Yes, maybe after he got a little better at this whole fighting thing.
"Ahhh...yes, that makes more sense. Okay, less creepy and more good advice...but you can't really blame me for not wanting that!" Ripley offered a smile and a small laugh, though the pat on the back made him flinch. He glanced at the two men near Peyton and took a step back to excuse himself towards Abbi.
"I still haven't got a handle on using him..." He defended his decision meekly, holding his stomach with one arm as he stooped to scoop the discarded sword from the mud. Abbi's observation made him pause with his hand hovering above the black-and-white hilt. Wilhelm is a real stick in the mud. Despite everything, he started laughing.
< Not. Funny. >
Yes it is. He assured his sourpuss of a weapon, finally grabbing the sword to give it a slice through the air to loosen some of the mud. The rest he wiped off on a mud-free patch of clothing before dismissing it, securing the now-watch on his wrist.
"I don't think he likes you any more." He informed Abbi with a grin as he gravitated towards her and her grabby hands. "I don't really need bandages, but I do need a shower..." He lamented, running a muddy hand through his hair on habit and groaning when he realized it was now slicked back with dirt. By then his gaze had dropped, noting that Abbi was practically tiptoeing the edge of the mud; it did seem a little odd to him that the excitable Abbi would keep her distance, and now he thought he understood.
So he reached out with a muddy hand and pat her on the head, right between her pigtails like he usually did. "Thanks for the support, though." Despite his grinning he sounded sincere, and then turned his smile to Jack and - sigh - Finn. "You guys too. Thanks, I appreciate it."
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