At the firing range...

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Aeryn has spent the entire day at the firing range.

If they're taking away her weapon, then she is NEVER FRELLING LEAVING.

Occasionally people can hear her complaining about the squid, the werewolves, the general lawlessness of the place, along with worries about polar bears, and anyone who passes by could probably feel their vocabulary adding new and interesting words, some spoken entirely in Sebacean.

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*eyebrow raise*

Is that a serious offer?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Could be.

Want it to be?

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Did you honestly think I would say no?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

You'll have to lead.

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I can do that.

*kisses*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

S'nice.

*kisses back*

*holds tightly*

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Are you sure about this?

(OOC: I have no idea how to take this, btw. *g*)

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Sure, I'm sure.

Don't I look sure?

[OOC: Heh, glad I'm not the only one. I can make them do this in fic all the time! Considering that Sam just came on the range and I've gotta get to sleep in a half hour, maybe we should wait. John's gotta ask Aeryn something else anyway.]

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Not very.

(OOC: Fine by me. *g*)

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Okay, fine. I'm not sure about doing it out here. I do want to do it with you. Especially since it'd be with you. But, around all the guns would be kind of...Quentin Tarrantino.

Okay? But we can still kiss and make out and cuddle and neck and stuff until the time is right.

Oh. Almost forgot. That dance that's coming up. Wanna go with me? Or not with me?

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That's fine. No pressure. I learned. *smiles*

Dance? Um, I guess that all depends on what that is, exactly. In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of new.

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Well, this dance is sort of a thing where all the students get together in one big area and just dance.

There's a theme, which I don't expect you to adhere to because the leather suits you just fine but we can go and laugh and sneak out early or something.

Or we don't go and we hang out somewhere else. I'm staying with you either way. Sound all right? I'd protect you, of course.

*John pulls out the chair he brought for Aeryn and plunks down, exhausted and smiling sleepily*

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*eyebrow raise at the "protect" bit*

We can go. We can leave afterwards if we want, but... we can go.


(OOC: Your John is making me mushy, I swear. *g*)

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Really? Oh, great. Now I can make some plans and buy stuff and...

*kisses*

We'll have fun, I promise.

Now, I'm just a little tired. Don't leave me on the gun range alone but I'm just gonna sleep in this chair. Wake me up if you need anything.

[OOC: Hee! Thank you! OMG, they needed to be happy. I hated angsting them because it was so hard. Happy and snarky and lovingly arguging is better. Now, I am off to bed!]

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I'm not planning on leaving you anywhere. You wouldn't survive. *smiles*

(OOC: Night!)