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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 7:20 pm
Alcyone shook her head ruefully. They were as different as night and day, in some respects, but deep down, Knives and this Vash guy were really a lot alike. They both had a penchant for preaching big ideas about the world.
Alcyone just wanted to beat down the bad guys and take out the trash. Nothing complicated about it. She wasn't good at inspirational talking. Her paws could do the speaking for her.
"Nuts?" She trotted along beside Vash. "Heh. I dunno what you think I got goin' on under this mask, but trust me when I say I ain't no squirrel."
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:59 pm
Vash burst out laughing and shook his head, "No, not nuts. Donuts. I'll show you, they're really good." Grinning like a fool, he started off once more. It may not have turned out how he'd hoped but he'd snagged a lady friend to pass the time with. That she came bearing good news about his twin only made the occasion better. Knives was normal again! He and Vash could pick up where they'd left off so many years ago, before something in Knives had broken and thrown the two of them apart.
"Ever try whiskey?" He asked at length as they approached the HQ. If she'd never heard of donuts, perhaps she'd never heard of the wonderful liquid either. Another drinking buddy couldn't hurt right?
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 3:21 am
"Nah."
Alcyone felt a strange heat come to her cheeks. Was that- was that a blush? She shouldn't be embarrassed about not having tried alcohol, but that didn't stop her from feeling self-conscious about it. A lady like her should be able to drink any prettyboy under the table.
Thankfully, her dark fur and porcelain mask more than covered up reaction. Stupid blush. Alcyone did not blush. Blushing was for the Turans of the world.
"I ain't lived indoors since I was a kit, and there's not must chance to try out inna hinterlands. Plus I got the kid."
The femme grinned, and Vash could see her eyes close into amused little half-circles.
Alcyone wasn't the sort of femme who was afraid to face her failings. Sure, she hated going to the HQ, but it would surely be almost empty on a beautiful day like this. There was no time to educate herself like the present.
"Not that I'm a coward or nothin'. I'll bet I last longer'n you, no problem. You care t'wager?"
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