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"I'm not being stupid, just going flying." He says,wings beating sorely. "Yeah yeah, and I have so much to shut up about."
With that, Gale turned and flew as fast as he could from the place, mind a river. |
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"Fuck..." She muttered, walking back inside the room and sitting on the bed |
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Gale eventually came back, dragging himself into bed, wounds a smidge more prominant from flying.He got under the covers, not caring about the blood trickling out. |
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Kayla eventually laid down and gently placed a hand on a non-hurt spot on his arm. "Gale....I still love you...." She said quietly |
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"I know babe....I know." Gale trailed off, either exhaustion or slight fear silencing him. |
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"I know babe....I know." Gale trailed off, either exhaustion or slight fear silencing him. |
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"Can I help at all?" She asked softly |
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Gale turned, a smirk on his lips. "I know a few ways," |
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Kayla smiled softly, a knowing look in her eye. "And what are those ways?" She asked quietly |
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"Anything involving you but, go easy tonight, I'm sore as fuck." Gale says, moving closer to her. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
