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Post by Dante on Nov 4, 2011 19:57:53 GMT -5
Ouch Vergil, geez. "Glad to know. Who knows, I may drop by sometime." Something caught my eye outside. "Whose that guy? Boyfriend?" That thought kinda made me feel awkward since I did kinda hit on her.
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Post by Vergil on Nov 4, 2011 20:29:20 GMT -5
Vergil turned his eyes to the man standing outside as well. "He either doesn't know anything about you, brother, or he is not her boyfriend." He told his twin, pushing away from the railing and going down the stairs the led to the main floor where Namine and Dante were.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 4, 2011 20:59:37 GMT -5
I give a frustrated sigh, "At least you two aren't assuming he's my brother... And no, we have no interest in each other that way... We're simply comrades of war." This had me losing my formal touch and I give a sheepish smile.
"He's... A good friend."
I can see Angel shifting nervously and glancing protectively in, but not making a move to join us. He must really be afraid of this shop.
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Post by Dante on Nov 4, 2011 21:36:22 GMT -5
I look at the guy outside and then at Namine. "You guys don't look that much alike. If you want a brother, you're free to have mine though." I gesture to Vergil. Of course the whole thing is a joke. I couldn't get rid of Vergil even if I wanted to. The crossing earlier is proof of that.
"He knows he can come inside right?" I didn't think Vergil or I were that scary, except maybe to a demon... Wait.... "As long as he doesn't harm anyone, he'll be fine."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 4, 2011 21:39:52 GMT -5
I was about to laugh off Angel's behavior when I hear what he says and my eyes narrow, "What's that meant to mean? Angel is a good guy." And he is after dealing with me this long it makes me wonder how he's still sane. "Besides he's my bodyguard... He would never do something that puts me in danger."
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Post by Vergil on Nov 4, 2011 21:43:39 GMT -5
Comrades of War, the phrase put Vergil in mind of certain events in Temen-ni-gru but quickly brushed the memories aside until an apparently careless remark and Namine took offense. "I apologize for my brother's tactlessness, it's merely a precaution." He cut in in order to forestall any arguments or fights that would end up destroying the office.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Nov 4, 2011 21:56:08 GMT -5
"Its alright," I say with a sigh and head for the door. ''Anyways I must be going... Also, he's mostly Otherborn." Before exiting and taking Angel's wrist, leading him off.
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Post by Dante on Nov 4, 2011 22:03:17 GMT -5
"Huh, I scare people away more then you do, weird." I laugh to myself and get back to the phone line. How much longer until someone else comes in I wonder? Seems like there will be a lot of visitors.
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Post by Vergil on Nov 5, 2011 0:44:16 GMT -5
Vergil inwardly smirked smugly at Dante's remark. "Perhaps if you learned the art of subtlety, Dante, that would not be so." He stated calmly before removing his coat and grabbing some nearby supplies, setting about repairing some things in the office that the contractors had missed.
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Post by newleaf on Nov 10, 2011 13:12:01 GMT -5
Shopping on Main Street had been interesting. Normally, I wasn't the shopping kind of person but I can't resist quaint little shops with odd gidgets and whatsits, and the bakery had been nothing short of marvelous. Besides, the prize money was burining in my pocket. Not that I hadn't left a lot of it with Oilcan, and put aside a bunch of it for the Yard... and my electronics purchases later. But it felt good to be able to just get out and spend money. I looked up with surprise as the pretty girl took a pie into the shop without a name and her guy friend waited outside. Lingerie? I thought, Oilcan would die before he would go into a Lingerie shop with me. But why would she take a pie into a Lingerie shop. After a few minutes she came back out without the pie and I realized she was probably just making a delivery for the bakery. And her boyfriend was "walking her over". But my curiosity was peaked. What kind of shop was it? When would it be open? The girl had walked in and out without knocking, so the door must be open. Grinning, I decided to cross the street. Why not?
I walked over and looked at my reflection in the glass store front: Black hair, neatly braided today - hadn't yet started escaping the braid and looking scraggly, Blue jeans, flannel shirt, denim jacket. Taking a deep breath I stepped in the door and got a good view of the backside of a guy bending over a phone jack. It was a cute backside at that.
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