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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 0:38:15 GMT -5
For some reason, that annoyed Bale. "Oy, slut. Get the fuck out of here why don't cha?" Bale said, grabbing the bitch by the hair and hauling him towards the elevator. "You're disturbing the neighbors."
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 0:41:54 GMT -5
"Van, are you just going to less this man do this to me?" Greema screeched as he was pushed into the elevator.
Van gave him a puzzled look. "Yes," he said simply, "And I'll thank him accordingly." Looking to Bale, he thanked him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 0:42:58 GMT -5
"Ta-ta then. Bye Bye now." Bale waved to the whore as the elevator descended. Bale took the other elevator.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 0:49:09 GMT -5
Van headed to work regardless and promptly lectured his boss on accepting other people calling out in place of him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 7:51:21 GMT -5
Bale wondered about what he did all morning, wondering why he even cared enough to defend the bastard. Was it because Bale knew something was wrong with him?
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 15:14:15 GMT -5
Van returned home at precisely six o'clock as he did every evening after gong to work, allowing himself one hour to do his daily shopping tasks and any other odds and ends he may come across. Seeing Bale in the elevator, he nodded and stared at the lit up number that indicated the floor.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 15:45:08 GMT -5
Bale was grooving to his music player bopping along. He barely registered the guy.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 16:18:15 GMT -5
Van exited the elevator and headed to his apartment, rather comically peeking around the corner before he went to his door to ensure he was alone. Nodding to himself, he headed for the door.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 16:22:33 GMT -5
"Ya gotta smooth, ya gotta be tough, ya gotta be stronger..." Bale sang softly as he strolled out onto his floor with the bag of groceries. He was feelin' like a nice steak and shrimp meal tonight to celebrate his first week in the new apartment.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 16:25:50 GMT -5
Van paused when he heard a riiiiiiip. Turning he saw Bale's bag had busted. Automatically he did the practical thing and picked up the food from the floor.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 16:30:36 GMT -5
"Shit," Bale frowned as he stooped to try to pick the stuff up.
"Thanks." he said to the male.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 16:32:33 GMT -5
"I would say you're welcome but I don't want to make a habit of helping you do things," he said with a shrug as he held the armful of groceries waiting for the man to open his door. "People should be self-dependent, after all and should not look to others for help and not expect it and should instead just be grateful when they receive it," he said simply.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 16:38:02 GMT -5
Bale was singing again, ignoring the man. "You want dinner?" he asked the male offhandedly.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2012 16:42:18 GMT -5
Van frowned at the request. It seemed odd but then he just assumed it was a 'thank you' gift for helping. "Yes, I would. WIll you bring it to be next door when you've finished preparing it?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2012 16:47:37 GMT -5
Bale glanced over at the guy. "Or, you know, you can just come grab it."
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