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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 23:58:05 GMT -5
Race took note of the bastards face, he would find him and make him pay for his actions. Turning to Bearon, he scowled. "You wont give me the time of day but are cuddling up with that fucking kid?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 23:59:15 GMT -5
Bearon blinked, raising a brow. "Excuse me?" he asked, cocking his head. This man made it sound as if they were lovers or something.
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:00:46 GMT -5
Race walked up to the Giver and rested a hand on the man's chest. "You're all I can think about. Every second of every day. And I don't even cross your mind. Obviously, since you're schmoozing with some tramp!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 3, 2012 0:04:37 GMT -5
Bearon looked at the male. "Actually, Mr. Race, you do cross my mind quite often. Yet, I fear that you are not the kind of person I'd want to associate myself with. And for your information, I do not smooze with anyone."
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:08:44 GMT -5
"How quaint. A man with the moral fiber to know who eh will and will not be around," he snorted and snatched his hand back. "I suppose that makes you better than me, doesn't it? Goody two shoes people like you make me sick! Please trust that I will never darken your doorway again!" That said, he turned on his heel and headed out.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 3, 2012 0:11:31 GMT -5
Bearon cocked his head, finding himself to be rather troubled by the man's exit. Not knowing what to do with these feelings, he closed up shop early and headed off to go see his parents.
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:14:32 GMT -5
"You're off early, kid," Roman said as he settled on the sofa next to Rhema.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 3, 2012 0:16:50 GMT -5
Bearon frowned. "Yes. Mom, Dad...you remember the strange Bearer I told you about?" he asked.
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:19:13 GMT -5
"The bossy ass one?" he said, not knowing any more than the man's rudeness and most esspecially not his rape or the man would be dead.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 3, 2012 0:22:27 GMT -5
Bearon nodded. "Yes. He came to the shop today, rather upset that I was talking to another customer. He seemed to be under the belief that we were lovers..." he mused.
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:23:24 GMT -5
"Maybe he's a nutjob,"Roman shrugged, "What do you think, honey?" he asked Rhema.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 3, 2012 0:26:13 GMT -5
Rhema blinked. "It sounds like he's jealous, Bear Bear."
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:30:21 GMT -5
Roman nodded in agreement, "maybe he's one of those obsessive types that falls for every guy who looks his way. Is he unattractive or something?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 3, 2012 0:33:16 GMT -5
Bearon shook his head. "No, no it's nothing like that. He's beautiful. He knows it too, but...he doesn't seem like a good person. WHen I told him so, he got mad and left. "
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Post by ode on Feb 3, 2012 0:36:13 GMT -5
"Maybe he's your mate," Roman said as he flipped through the digi paper. "That's the one, honey, the casino on Canal street. The odds are supposed to be in the gamblers favor." The advertisement had a picture of Race at the entrance with his hand directing them in, a smirk on his face.
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