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hey loser
Apr 25, 2016 0:20:23 GMT -5
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Apr 25, 2016 0:20:23 GMT -5
"You know, I'm right here and just brimming with magic. I mean, I suppose that's potentially a bit awkward, but it might work-"
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hey loser
Apr 25, 2016 3:17:45 GMT -5
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 25, 2016 3:17:45 GMT -5
"What?" she asked dejectedly, not following his English.
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hey loser
Apr 25, 2016 23:20:29 GMT -5
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Apr 25, 2016 23:20:29 GMT -5
"You could ask me, you know. That's my point."
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hey loser
Apr 26, 2016 3:36:00 GMT -5
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2016 3:36:00 GMT -5
"Ask you....what?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Apr 26, 2016 10:30:35 GMT -5
"To, er, change things again- look, is that specific enough?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2016 10:35:04 GMT -5
"Why did you think I called you here?" she demanded, angrily French.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Apr 26, 2016 10:38:17 GMT -5
Loki held up his hands in a very loose facsimile of surrender.
"All right, point taken-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2016 10:40:58 GMT -5
"But now, I am not so sure, I am so... I am so... I like parts of this body, and then other parts... I want what I had, but I also-"
She broke off, frustrated, and it wasn't wiht her mastery of English; living with a partner who didn't speak French had really pushed her to improve her second language. Even in her native tongue, there were no words for what she was feeling.
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hey loser
May 2, 2016 0:37:06 GMT -5
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 2, 2016 0:37:06 GMT -5
"Then you call me up again, all right? What are friends for?"
He beamed, all bright teeth and eyes.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 25, 2016 20:09:40 GMT -5
"Are you hitting on me?" she asked peevishly.
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hey loser
Jul 25, 2016 23:50:48 GMT -5
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jul 25, 2016 23:50:48 GMT -5
"What? No, of course not-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 26, 2016 10:47:33 GMT -5
"You say 'friends' like - you know what? Nevermind," she said, sunkenly and dejectedly, and flopped bodily across the couch. "What am I?" she asked plaintively. "Boy or girl? How does it work? How can I - how can i not just know?"
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