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Tristan giggles. "'Tris?'"
But he stops making his blind jokes - for now.
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Tristan giggles. "'Tris?'"
But he stops making his blind jokes - for now.
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"No, I like it. I'm just curious." he smiles.
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"You." he says simply.
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"Like, what your full name is. Where you come from. What you like and don't like. Literally anything and everything." he shrugs.
Lucas moves to an empty table, “Well. . . Lucas Rosenburg, first off. I come from a small town in West Sussex, but I moved to London when I was about. . . 9.” He leans back, “I like books and music. And I hate idiots who are literally stupid. Like the kind of stupid to touch the exhaust I’ve of a car right after they turned it off.” He grins, “That’s just the basics. You?”
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"Tristan Luxen Gast. Yes, I know, very 'unique.'" he chuckles. "I'm originally from Pennsylvania but moved to Kansas at 3, around the time my dad lost his job because of an injury. I like food and working out. I hate broccoli, but I'll still eat it."
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Tristan shudders. "I hate the texture, no matter how it's cooked. And celery. I love asparagus though."
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"Really?" he asks, surprised. "The best part may be the head, but the rest is honestly better if you cook it a certain way."
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(Alright!)
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(Hi!)
"'Eh?'" he asks.
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Tristan chuckles. "How can you not know?"
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"It's a simple question, though!" Tristan laughs.
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"Oh, you don't even know the half of how crazy we can be. Just look at the news about Ohio and you'll understand." he grins.
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"Or Florida, or California. You'll see just how 'crazy' we Americans can get." he adds. r
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Tristan chuckles.
"Oh, so I'm an exception?" he teases.
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Tristan grins.
"I'm bringing you to America for sightseeing next bchance I get. It's only fair, anyways. You're taking me to England."