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" enough beef that you have to try to kill eachother " she stood up and grabbed a first aid kit and walked to him she jumped up on the counter and grabbed his arm and poured alcohol on his cut" this might burn" |
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Marco just shrugged, knowing it went back a hundred years to the start of both of their bloodlines. "Eh, it's been in the family for the past cen- SANTA MERDA oh good lord, worse then a hotshot." He said, cringing at the burn. |
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She raised her eyebrows at the words Santa merda but kept going she took a rag and wiped the wound " sorry I told you it would burn I get the good stuff but I also mix it with vodka " |
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"Well thank the saints that's probably why." He murmured, jerking his hand back out of reflex before bringing it back. "Sorry," |
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" calm down I don't know what that guy had on his blade " after she wiped the wind she pulled him closer to her and wrapped his arm |
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"Probably whiskey or something, their known to do so." He explained, letting her wrap his arm before testing the mobility to see if he'd be able to ride tommorow. |
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" I don't care " she looked at his arm then his lips then his eyes |
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"Now, where were we?" He asks, tone amused but facial expression straight. |
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" I don't care " she looked at his arm then his lips then his eyes |
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Marco just smiled slightly bringing his lips back to hers. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
