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| Toran | Thursday, 23. January 2014, 20:21 Post #41 |
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The big man chuckled and nodded. "She's seemed to enjoy them a time or two. Good to know. Though, his pipe was bitching." The man says it in a deep rolling voice, his face clear of any sign of whether he was joking, or if he DID actually think that skinny corncob pipe was awesome. Then he grinned, just a touch. He really was a terrible liar. Course, why do you need to learn to bluff or fake when you can generally back up whatever threat you just made? Not that he had to threaten much. He wished her a good day, picked up his pack and headed out. His voice a rumble as he went. "You let me know if you want to spar again CJ. Nice meeting you." |
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| Chrissie Johnson | Thursday, 23. January 2014, 20:47 Post #42 |
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She lifted a hand and waved good bye as she got up herself, grabbing her bag as she would head for the showers. "Nice meeting you too, I'll see you around big guy" CJ smiled at him before turning and moving to the locker rooms to reward herself with a long warm shower. The kind that felt extra good when you'd had your butt kicked in a sparring match. |
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