He lifted up a syringe of liquid, letting out a breath, "You're not supposed to be awake,"
Do you actually love me, or are you just tricking me for my kidneys: (O/O)
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Ari eyed the liquid nervously, “It’s not like I have a choice,” She croaked.
He lumbered over, loomed over her. He said nothing for a long time. "How old are you? Do you have any illnesses?"
na just mail me them
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Ari shook her head as best as she could, which wasn’t much. She purposefully ignored his question about her age, “No, no illnesses. Why do you ask?”
He didn't answer her question, just as she did for in regards to her age. "Because you aren't in a position to negotiate, exactly," one of his eyebrows scrunched.
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“I suppose not,” she looked back up to the ceiling. She tightened her hands into a fist against whatever metal surface she was on.
WHOS KIDNIES
“I suppose not,” she looked back up to the ceiling. She tightened her hands into a fist against whatever metal surface she was on.
(Do you want to move this to a PM since this rear-end keeps messing with us?)
"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to go out alone?" He mumbled, in a tone that one would use for themselves rather than a normal conversation.
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(Yes please, I’ll write my reply there. Would you like me to get it up?)
That would be lovely!)
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Ok!)