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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 12:51:56 GMT -5
Kakeru shrugged, switching the phone back to standby and sliding it into his pocket, finishing his coffee and again switching to another hot drink.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 12:53:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's painful to watch you go through," she commented.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 13:21:30 GMT -5
Kakeru laughed. "Not quite as painful as taking a sledgehammer to the face because I nodded off. Or a cannonball to the gut. But this is only temporary, anyway. They only have me like this for a week or so every few months, when something major is developed and needs extensive testing."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 13:58:05 GMT -5
"Are those actual problems you might run into?" she asked.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 14:45:06 GMT -5
"Not often. In my case, it's just because I've got a better constitution than a majority of our agents currently, and more experience, so they have me test the tech." He raised a hand to start counting off something on his fingers. "About...twelve times this week, I've been hit with explosives."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 14:46:02 GMT -5
"Well, sounds like you're lucky to be alive. Or skilled," she said.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 15:13:46 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled, with a playful grin. "I've got some skills, but lucky's my middle name. Literally." He laughed a bit louder, making an attempt to stifle it.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 15:15:10 GMT -5
She let out a laugh, not sure if she should believe that or not.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 17:13:10 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled. "Okay, only half-literally. It's actually Fortunato, but same thing." He finished off his drink, and as he reached for the next, his phone started going off, a fast guitar riff playing.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 17:14:25 GMT -5
"Ah, well, that sounds better, I guess."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 18:18:30 GMT -5
Kakeru sighed, pulling out his phone. "Sorry, I gotta get this. It's Kuro's tone, so it's probably work related. I swear, if they need me to test it again, I'm telling him to shove it." He stood up, excusing himself before walking a few feet away.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 18:24:26 GMT -5
"I'm glad I take that priority," she said.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 19:12:35 GMT -5
Kakeru answered the phone with a very light sigh. "Oi, Kuro. What's going? I'm kind of preoccupied." He said, a bit of annoyance clear in his voice. Kurotsu responded, in a somewhat cheerful tone. "Just wanted to let you know that the testing's done, and you've got a week off for dealing with it. Paid." Kakeru stood there for a moment, silent. "Oh...Cool. Good to hear. Well, I'll probably be in later to pick up some materials. Oh, and I've got someone with me who's a definite interest. I'm planning to arrange a tour of our facilities." He explained, keeping his voice down a bit.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 12, 2013 19:15:29 GMT -5
She tried not to listen, leaving him to his privacy.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 12, 2013 20:27:11 GMT -5
Kuro responded, sounding a bit annoyed now. "Hey, don't go bringing civvies in here all willy nilly. And lemme guess, it's a lady, right? Don't use our facility as a damn pickup." Kakeru, not missing a beat, retorted sharply. "Don't go jumping to conclusion, bucko. She's a Rider, and if she decides to join, she could be a vital asset."
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