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"Either way." She said, looking at him |
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"Eh, we'll figure it out.....eventually." He responded, continuing on down some random directon. |
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"As long as something bad doesn't happen to you, i'll survive." |
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"Seems we can say the same thing about eachother, or you can just read my mind.I hope it's the first option, second option'd kinda freaky but, eh, I still love you." He said with a shrug, plodding on. |
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"I know, I'm just that great." He says, leaning his head over to her. "Everybody loves me," Gale teased, straightning once more. "Except for alot of people and alot of taverns." |
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"Well, to me you're just that great." |
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"Speaking of taverns, wait no, last time I was at a tavern I got poisoned.Yeah let's stay away from them things." He warned, eyeing a town and heading to it. |
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Kayla nodded and followed him |
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"Hm, life's getting boring.Cloaks suck, and I'm sweating like a dog.Let's see how long it takes the guards to notice who I am." He smirks, tossing his stuff aside besides a long dagger in his pocket and walking on. |
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