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"Eliana." He said, he seemed calm. He was ..mostly over it. Definitely more so than when they first met, even he was a little surprised about it. "Her dad approved of me amazingly." He snickered. He looked over at her. "Oh no, that wasn't what that meant. I'm keeping it." He said as if it was completely out of the question that she would even suggest he would get a new one.
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Tempe nodded lightly, slumping a little against the wall in a sort of tired way. Healing was very energy consuming. "That's a nice name." She said, watching him with a faint smile as he spoke. "That's a shocker in and of itself." She teased, tilting her head at him. "But why? Theres a bullet hole in it." She huffed.
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He let his head lean back onto the wall as well. "It is." He truthfully missed saying it. He took a deep breath, his oeace getting ruined by her teasing, he looked over and glared at her. He sat up, adjusting against the wall. "Obviously its because theres a bullet hole in it, wouldn't you be like wow that dude got shot he's so cool if you walked past someone with a bullet hole in his shirt?" He said as if this was completely common knowledge.
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"Would you like to talk about her?" Tempe asked softly, watching him in a more characteristically angel-like way, the slightly doe eyed looked making her look innocent. She chuckled at him and shook her head. "No, I'd be like 'that guy's probably a maniac, there's a bullet hole in his shirt, I'm going to run.' But to each their own." She teased softly.
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He stared at the wall where the door was for a minute. He looked doen, then over at his companion. The look in her eyes caught him a little off guard. "Someday." Despite how dark it was starting to get, he glanced over how she looked when she laughed. He looked down. "Either way is a plus for me, peasants should run from my eye." He said poshly, using the wall to help himself stand up. He was up fast than he was expecting to be. "Alright its bedtime." He reached down for her hand.
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"You don't have to. But if you want to, I'm here." Tempe said lightly, offering him a small smile. It turned into a slight grin at his next words and she gave a slight laugh. "Of course they should. How could I forget how scary and menacing you are?" She mocked, grabbing his hand and using it to pull herself up. "Don't have to tell me twice. I'm exhausted." She huffed, looking up at him and then gently releasing his hand, brushing by to flop face first on the bed closest to the door.
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He smiled slightly as her offer, he wasn't sure he'd ever bring himself to tell her. It didn't seem right. "I know I'm so scary you haven't even seen half of it." He laughed evilly. He snickered genuinely as she brushed by. He walked over and crawled onto the bed in a much less violent manner, kicking his shoes off and burying his face in the pillow. "Welp goodnight."
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"Don't make me panic just yet." Tempe commented, the remark muffled by the mattress. She perked up as he said goodnight. "Aw, shit. I have that fucking check-in today." She huffed, reluctantly crawling back off the bed with a sour face. "Egh. I'll be back, don't miss me too much. Try not to dream of me while I'm gone, either." She huffed, glaring at the door in an exasperated way before she marched to it and straight out.
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He glared over at her quietly as she displayed her sarcastic glamour. He propped up on his elbows as she cursed. "Didn't know angels were allowed to do that." He said teasingly. "Well you have fun, and I'll be sure not to think of you." he cuddled up to the pillow, his arms under his head. Above the blankets because who has time for that.
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"Well, I can. Fuck you!" Tempe called over her shoulder sarcastically, shutting the door behind her and promptly taking off from there. It was straight up, obviously, but she did a couple free falls because she hadn't been able to fly in a while. After, she went on to do her actual job. It was relatively uneventful, just boring, for the most part. It involved a surprisingly small lecture from her superior about shooting him, but otherwise, nothing.
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