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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:27:46 GMT -5
Arty grinned, "And I'm taking pride in that." She said out loud, following behind him.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:36:13 GMT -5
Blake called for a car to be brought around. "No disclosing the address of my apartment now. "
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:38:05 GMT -5
Arty rolled her eyes, "Yes sir." She muttered, stepping out with her hood ip
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:48:35 GMT -5
"Oh I'll actually be having to kill you," he continued to walk, limping slightly.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:51:58 GMT -5
Arty walked behind him, "Good luck with that." She said, following him
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:55:39 GMT -5
"Let's make sure it doesn't have to come to that. You're a good worker. I'd like to make the most of this."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:58:58 GMT -5
Arty half walked and half danced down the hallway, "You know that almost sounded like a compliment." She told him, waiting for him to open up a door when he finally stopped
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 22:11:25 GMT -5
"Did it? I apologize." He responded.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 22:13:03 GMT -5
"I like your style." She said, walking inside the apartment. She walked around, searching for a bedroom to put her stuff in.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 22:17:04 GMT -5
"Style?" He repeated, throwing his Jacket on the couch.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 22:20:36 GMT -5
"Plain, modern, and bare." She said, finding what was clearly his room and setting her stuff on the bed. She sat down, laying back. "It's reliable, but anyone who came here wouldn't gain any knowledge on who you are as a person- unless you're all white walled and fake plaster on the inside as well."
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 22:25:49 GMT -5
"That's my bed, get out of there," Blake walked into the bedroom.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 22:31:39 GMT -5
Arty groaned, "There are no other beds here." She complained, stretching out on the sheets
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 22:35:55 GMT -5
"The couch pulls out into a bed. You can sleep there."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 22:38:24 GMT -5
"Why can't I sleep here?" She asked, "I am being held here against my will."
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