*She parks her Vespa just outside the bar, but doesn't bother going in. She knows where shes heading, and it's not the bar. Walking around back, she finds Heth laying prone on the ground, staring at the sky.*
Yes I can. Maybe it will snow on me and i'll die of hypothermia... Or maybe a rabid cat will bite me, and I can atleast take a few out before I go down.
*Castore frowned, and dug around in her pockets for a cigarette.* Mighty fine fuck up you pulled there big-guy. I liked how you didn't bother explaining yourself too, that was a wonderful touch. A grade.
I would of given it a A+ if you'd have punched her in the face, pulled down your pants, and leapt out the window.
You see this? *Makes a talking motion with his own hand.* This here isn't helping, not unless you choose some decent words to come spewing forth from your mouth.
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Why are you here? I'm... I don't want to talk about it.
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...Come on cheif, can't stay out here tonight.
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I would of given it a A+ if you'd have punched her in the face, pulled down your pants, and leapt out the window.
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You see this? *Makes a talking motion with his own hand.* This here isn't helping, not unless you choose some decent words to come spewing forth from your mouth.
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one was never bored...one always remembers...yyes...always...
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