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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:13:22 GMT -8
He snorted, nodding. "You're certainly right there."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:17:10 GMT -8
"So, you're Tugger's brother?" She started on the topic a bit warily considering the interaction from the previous evening.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:18:42 GMT -8
Mac growled slightly and nodded. "Yeah. He's mine. Brat that he is and all."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:20:56 GMT -8
Her eyebrow rose again. "He's not that bad...then again I suppose I'm not related to him."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:24:18 GMT -8
"He has his moments," Mac said. "Did a lot to keep him safe and he has a habit of throwin' it back in my face. Sure I've been just as bad though." He must have lost a lot of blood, he realized as soon as the words were out.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:26:28 GMT -8
She shrugged. "Well, from the sounds of it he's got his own opinions on things, I'm just not certain either of you express it well."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:29:27 GMT -8
In normal circumstances, Mac would have growled but felt too tired. "I don't need a counseling session," he said. "Or someone tellin' me how I express emotions."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:31:32 GMT -8
"Fair enough." She leaned her back against the counter, picking up the second to last glass. "Where are you from?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:32:45 GMT -8
Mac stared at her. "Here," he said finally. "You?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:38:50 GMT -8
"A couple blocks from where we're at right now. Hell of a city."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:41:02 GMT -8
Mac snorted. "That's the nicest way of puttin' it I've heard."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:43:55 GMT -8
"Well, she ain't killed me yet, so a little respect seems to be her due." She replied.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:46:11 GMT -8
"She's certainly doin' her damnest," Mac said, shifting on the chair, trying to relieve the pain of the wound a little. It was times like this he almost wished he drank--almost. "Don't see much point carin' about someone who'd just as soon see you at the bottom of the river."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 19:03:32 GMT -8
"Well, you're still breathing, so you're better off than many."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 19:07:45 GMT -8
Mac raised an eyebrow and then grinned. "Even though tonight tried it's hardest to change that fact..."
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