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Good. That's the point. She gestured to her appearance. "Do you honestly think they want an opinion on someone like me?"

2015-06-27 09:26:44

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"If you work there then they should assume you at least know what you are talking about. From experience, though I can be a bit intimidating, I receive questions on product quality all the time."

2015-06-27 09:28:13

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"Yes, but you don't look like you're Satan's daughter." She brushed some hair behind her ear. "You just seem like the gentle giant to me."

2015-06-27 09:31:26

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"...ha, um, thank you I think...? I do try to be temperate..." He rubbed his arm awkwardly. "You do not look like...'Satan's daughter' either. Black suits you."

2015-06-27 09:39:29

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"You're welcome." She smiled and looked away for a moment at the second comment. "It's my favorite color, actually. You're the first person to tell me that,besides Lance."

2015-06-27 09:43:01

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"Really? Oh. That is odd. Though it could be partially due to your lack of socialization..."

2015-06-27 09:48:04

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"Well maybe. Then again when I actually did try to socialize with people I got made fun of a lot for it. This was...mostly in high school."

2015-06-27 09:49:35

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"What? That is horrible." He was frowning now. "They alienated you for the sheer sake of having a reason to alienate you? How cruel."

2015-06-27 09:55:15

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"Yeah well, I got over it." She leaned against the shelves. "It's nothing to be really concerned about, they weren't great people anyway."

2015-06-27 09:56:40

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"I would think not. Were there /any/ decent people you met in high school?"

2015-06-27 09:57:51

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"No. No, not really. New York is a much better place anyway." And a lot less sun you dork. Now you don't have to worry about becoming a lobster anymore.

2015-06-27 09:59:17

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"....I suppose..." He still seemed concerned, though this really wasn't something he could do anything about or could've prevented even when it was happening.

2015-06-27 10:00:22

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"So, how did you meet Cale, anyway? I'm curious to know about that." Yes. Change the subject. You always hate talking about yourself.

2015-06-27 10:03:11

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"Oh. Um. Well....the woman who turned him introduced us. Technically." This was a confusing and slightly awkward subject, but if she wanted to know....

2015-06-27 10:05:38

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"Oh, really? Tell me about that." Now she was curious for sure.

2015-06-27 10:06:36

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"....she owned a fighting school. I attended for a good while, and he would hang around often."

2015-06-27 10:09:23

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"So you know self defense?"

2015-06-27 10:09:50

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"Yes. A bit. It has come in handy restraining Spyders at times."

2015-06-27 10:13:36

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Time for impulse decisions. "So if I run towards you and try to attack you, you could stop me?"

2015-06-27 10:15:38

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He blinked. "...I could probably do that even if I had not taken classes. No offense."

2015-06-27 10:17:02

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She smiled. "Then think quick." And immediately sprinted into his direction.

2015-06-27 10:17:41

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He shrugged, bent over, and picked her up mid-run, slinging her over his shoulder. No normal person could pull that off, even with classes. Why did he need those again?

2015-06-27 10:23:21

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She yelped when she was stop, but immediately broke out into a fit of giggles when she felt herself be hoisted up. Wow, was he really that tall? Everything felt so high to her up here.

2015-06-27 10:25:42

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No, he's not really that tall, he wears stilts. She seemed to be enjoying it, oddly, and he smiled a little. Then he heard a cough and looked over to see Tassek, half-grinning at them with a box of cold medicine in his hand. "So. How long've you two being going out?"

2015-06-27 10:30:16

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She heard a familiar voice. Wait, dating? Well...haha...that was awkward. "I have no idea what you're talking about Tassek." She answered plainly. Now please don't bring it up again.

2015-06-27 10:32:40