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 Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:55 am
"Hah, nice," he agreed, lightly poking said muscles with a little smile. "Well look, if ya ever need ta talk about it, m'a good listener." He naturally wanted to know more--who had hurt her, who wasn't in love, who the girlfriend had been, who the deal maker was--but he didn't know if prying was a good idea. Especially since it was all pretty dark stuff.
"N', uh...If ya want me ta punch someone, I can do that too," he offered hesitantly. It was laughable of course, even without Chel being obviously able to do more damage, but he had to put it out there. It was a matter of pride; people didn't get to mess with his friends without him trying to get a swing in first, that's just how he was.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 12:08 pm
"I'm usually the talker anyways," she responded. "But I usually don't bring it up 'less someone asks me. Seems kinda dumb as ******** to tell people about treason s**t." She did wish Dawson would've asked questions though. It would've been nice to have someone who wanted her side of the story for a change.
At his offer, she had to laugh (sorry Dawson). "Oh cowboy, I'm the one who's gonna do any punching between us." If there was one thing Chel was happy about, it was the size of her pythons. She just wished that she had Tenebrae back to do some mean damage.
A beat. "I think I better get to my shift. I don't really get to play hooky no more." Which resulted in her approaching her mirror to apply the ridiculous amounts of eyeliner to her face. "Yer welcome to hang out here long as you want."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 12:36 pm
He checked his phone for the time. "Nah, I gotta be somewhere in an hour," Dawson sighed. "You go do yer thing, darlin', I'll clean up here." And by clean up, really it was just folding the blankets and picking his things up. He went over and plopped himself on the ground, purposefully getting to work slow.
"And, uh." He looked to her with a smile. "Thanks fer hangin' out n' talkin' with me. Really. M'here if ya need somethin', okay?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 12:39 pm
Chel pulled her hair up into a ponytail so she could better apply her makeup without interruption.
"I never needed nothin' from nobody and I'm not gonna start any time soon," she said cheerfully. She patted his head as she went to get her boots from the floor. It was a wonderfully fashionable combo- grunge shorts and steel toed boots. The epitome of style.
She waved her hand and added, "I should be thankin' you for the date. It was fun." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to ask for another date or if they were friends-with-benefits or what now. So she didn't comment.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:02 pm
"Aww, m'glad! I ain't no-one's first choice, but I try." Bashful, he looked for his hat in the mess and slipped it back on. "Ya deserve more fun stuff in yer life. Lemme know when that thing gets off yer arm, yeah? We can go do some stuff at a mall, DDR or somethin'. Ya can laugh at me hoppin' 'round like a rabbit on coffee!" he added with a chuckle of his own.
Hunters could go anywhere in the world, and yet that was where he wanted to go: to the arcade.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:24 pm
"Well that makes two of us in second place," she remarked. Shoes were on and she was shoveling her white, tattered coat and her pink scarf on.
She looked down her bracelet and promptly shoved her shirt sleeve over it. "Yeah well, s'gonna be a while. I think they're just gonna leave it on forever." Strapped in and ready to go, she leaned over to kiss Dawson on the cheek. "But remind me to show ya Tensy when it's gone. He's a beauty."
She chuckled into his ear and then stood up. "Well I'm outtie 5000. Keys are on the nightstand, just lock the door when you leave. Or don't. Really don't matter. You can toss the keys at me later, I'll be in the pod room all day. All day."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:31 pm
He kept smiling anyway. "Yes, ma'am," Dawson replied with a tip of his hat, halfway through folding now. "Let's hang sometime again, yeah? You try n' have a good time at work. Or, uh, well...s-somethin' like that."
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