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Post by blarv on Sept 21, 2012 19:01:10 GMT -6
Blarv sits in the corner polishing his gun, barely regarding you as you come in. A large weight rack sits in the corner, 2 twin sized beds taking up quite a bit of room in the moderate sized bedroom. Blood spattered first aid equipment sits half under a bed while the closet is locked by padlock. A picture of corn is taped to the ceiling for motivation. A couple unfinished sewing projects litter the floor, a few canisters of seltzer here and there.. Most flat by now.
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Post by Eric on Sept 21, 2012 19:08:43 GMT -6
Eric paused in the doorway and waiting for him to give some sort of indication that he'd even seen her. A few moments passed before she rolled her eyes and knocked on the open door to gain his attention. "Hey, fatstuff, I made some dinner. You want some or should I just feed your serving to my birds?"
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Post by blarv on Sept 21, 2012 19:25:55 GMT -6
Blarv grunted a little, glancing up "If your bird its my food I will eat it." He put down his gun on its bed, stretching and cracking his neck "I will eat now." He gave a small smile to the scoot before he gestured to the scout "Let us go?"
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Post by Eric on Sept 21, 2012 19:48:03 GMT -6
Eric scowled and turned to leave without a word. She knew he was joking about her birds, but still, just the idea of it made her blood boil. If that bear of a man ever even glanced at her pets the wrong way she'd throw that stupid gun of his into the pond piece by piece. She made her way toward the kitchen and pointed to a large pot on the stove when she entered. "Stews in there, the recipe made a shitton so take as much as you want."
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Post by blarv on Sept 21, 2012 19:54:44 GMT -6
Blarv grinned and sniffed the air. Meaty broth made his mouth water as he quickly piled as much as he could into a bowl, gulping it down within seconds, he quickly got another helping, eating that as well before sitting back a little "Good food. Best I've had in a while" He got up and did his dishes, turning to look at Eric "So what now?" he asked
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Post by Eric on Sept 22, 2012 12:37:58 GMT -6
She leaned back against the wall of the kitchen and picked her own bowl up off the table. "Thanks," she muttered between bites, "And, no clue buddy."
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