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"I dunno. Use your two braincells, figure something out." She walked over and plopped down on a chair. |
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"I don't feel like it." His tone was very much like a childs' and smiled at her. |
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"Don't look at me! Why do I always get stuck being the mature one?" She huffed glared at him. |
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"I made a decision earlier and now I'm unable." He narrowed his eyes. |
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"Eeeeeeuuuuuuuggggh- Keith, you pi-" Keith was snoring intently on his chair. "All the men in my life are uSeLeSsS!" |
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He giggled. "I didn't know Keith was a MAN." |
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"Hes 18- in the Federation, people become adults at 17. Technically, he IS a man. No matter how immature he may be." She kicked his good leg half heartedly. Another snore came in response. "Yeah, its debateable for him. STILL! Now, you, pick something." |
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Ethan rolled his eyes lightheartedly. "Still a boy." He narrowed his eyes. "I don't want to pick." He pouted. |
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"'StIll A BoY', bItCh, LoOk At YoUrSelf!" She pointed to his pouty lips and curled up position on the wall. "I-" She sighed. "You are impossible." |
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He gave her an offended expression. He sat up straight and crossed his legs. "I am a MAN! Do you see this?!" He flexed his bicep and puffed up his chest. |
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