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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:10:23 GMT -5
Finishing his training, he walked out of the room, in search of the kitchen, so he could get some water.
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:12:56 GMT -5
She went to her room, having felt his Mojikara fading.
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:14:24 GMT -5
After getting the water, he walked back to his room, though pausing in front of the door to her room, and drawing a very light red lily, laying it down in front of there, before walking on
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:15:43 GMT -5
She had left her door open, but she had her back to it. When she turned around she saw it lying there and walked over, picking it up off the ground and looking at it.
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:22:57 GMT -5
He turned the corner, going into his room, leaving the door open and laying on the floor, doing a series of in-place scissor kicks.
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:26:01 GMT -5
Both of the Origami came up, onto her shoulders when she crouched. She walked to his room with the flower in hand, standing in his doorway.
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:28:11 GMT -5
Currently he was doing push-ups...before looking to see feet in the doorway. Sighing lightly, he balanced on his hands, spinning his lower-body a bit until he was on one knee, raising his shirtless frame up to look up at her.
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:29:28 GMT -5
She brushed her hand against his Origami to tell it to jump off. It did so.
"I appreciate that," she said, holding up the flower, "It's beautiful."
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:31:14 GMT -5
The little Origami pouted, but did what it wanted anyway.
"I'm glad you like it." He said with a smile.
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:33:15 GMT -5
"I should tell you, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," she said.
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:36:53 GMT -5
"Hmm....figured that much...because you're devoted to the fight, right?" Robert said, a frown on his features as he picked up his shirt and stood up, putting it on.
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:37:25 GMT -5
"I have a type," she said.
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:42:07 GMT -5
There it was. They all had a type, it seemed. But....he wasn't any sort of type. He was, who he was. The frown deepened. "Guess I don't meet that, huh? That's okay....I'd rather be who I am and accept others for who they are rather than conform to any sort of "type." Remember, that you don't know much about me."
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Post by Ayane Kosugi on Sept 4, 2012 11:43:15 GMT -5
She sighed, "I know I don't know you well, and maybe something will change, but for now? I'm not interested, I'm sorry," she said. She meant that.
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Post by Robert Algren on Sept 4, 2012 11:50:34 GMT -5
Sighing, he didn't know if she meant it or not. He picked up his Shodophone, and looked at her for a moment. "I guess fire has more than one meaning, in our case. So cold..." he murmured, walking past her and out of the room. He was going out.
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