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Finnegan Larson - Finn smiled. "Sera, my sunshine, will you marry me?" |
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Sera gently grabs Finn's hand. I'd love too... butI want to wait till we are out of the military... if that's okay?" she asks tentanively. "I do want to marry you, honestly" she adds |
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Finnegan Larson - Finns stomach dropped, his heart crumbling. "Yeah... okay..." he mumbled, standing back up and stuffing the ring into his pocket. |
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Sera instantly regrets telling him that, but she didn't want to marry him under these circumstances, when there was the possibility of being at war the next day. She wanted to marry him under good circumstances not the chaos that came with the battlefield |
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Finnegan Larson - Finn stood awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her. "Lets just go back..." he muttered, it was almost dinner anyway. |
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Sera nods, turning and starting to walk back silently |
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Finnegan Larson - Finn kept his eyes on his feet, but walked with her down to the mess tent, hands in his pockets, keeping distance between them. |
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Sera looks over, feeling bad that she made Finn feel so bad |
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Finnegan Larson - Finn got his food and sat down at his usual spot, keeping his head down, staying quiet. |
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Sera sat down next to him |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
