| When Hunger Calls; Because food is important, ja? | |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 30 2012, 04:20 AM Post #21 |
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"Eh." Albus shrugged, taking another spoonful. "If it weren't for contradiction, the world would be like a picture book. When you try to understand it, it's like reading the Bible blind. Tough as shit, many don't see the worth in it, but it's fun to the right guy." He waves his hand. "To each his own." He chuckles at Desmond's other remark. "Yeah, I'm beat too. After the excitement I went through at the Duct Tape, me having rapid fire fanboy moments being in a Gothic mansion with a shit-ton of trinkets from all history and cultures, screwing around with Rusty and Nu and one of those Monoc sisters, then looking for a radio with Tager, and then our verbal spar, I'll fall asleep the moment I hit the bed." |
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| Smitejr | Jul 30 2012, 04:25 AM Post #22 |
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Desmond's lip twitches. He really shouldn't be reading into it that way, but.... "Rust? Screwing around with one of the MONOC sisters? Just what has happened to my friend while I was away. Last I saw him, he was far too busy having heart attacks when in the presence of a female to attempt anything of the sort." Desmond knew that he was being unfair. The proportion of incredible women around Rust seemed astronomical, and it gave the air of impossibility, that they were unattainable. Still, he could have at least tried. |
| Tune your ear to the frequency of despair, and cross-reference by the longitude and latitude of a heart in agony. | |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 30 2012, 04:30 AM Post #23 |
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"E, he did kinda seem like he was holding in some reaction. I don't think that's changed about him." Another two spoonfuls and he's finished his portion. He pushes himself back. "Whelp, I think I'm gonna go hit the hay now." He gave a toothy grin. "So, I'll see you around, Des?" |
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| Smitejr | Jul 30 2012, 04:33 AM Post #24 |
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Desmond stands himself, downing the last of his sandwich. "I will retire as well. It was a pleasure speaking to you. Thank you for stopping me, by the way. That needs to be stressed." Taking Albus' plate, he busies himself with rinsing them. "I hope to see you again later, Albus. Go rest." |
| Tune your ear to the frequency of despair, and cross-reference by the longitude and latitude of a heart in agony. | |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 30 2012, 04:37 PM Post #25 |
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Albus chuckles when Desmond takes his plate. "Polite guy, eh?" He rises and takes his can of soda to the nearest garbage can. He clasps his hands behind his neck. "Guten Nacht, Des. See you later man." As he is about to walk out the door, Albus stops. He speaks with slight hesitance. "Hey, Des? I only ask one thing in return for that argument we just had." He glances back and looks at Desmond in the eye. "If I end up acting unreasonable during this whole thing, stop me." He's out the door before he can respond. Spoiler: click to toggle
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