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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 18, 2014 2:37:29 GMT -5
Finn chuckled and rolled his shoulder and eye both. "Bah, if'n ya say so. Us Sitan's, we ain' abou' looks, we're abou' results!" he says, thumping his fist against his chest.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 3:31:09 GMT -5
Her grin grew a little wider then. "You two must've lucked out in getting both then, huh?" Ever the tease, Silas gave Finn a rougher slug on the shoulder. "How many girls did you have swooning over your devilishly handsome good looks growing up? Or do you drive manual?"
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 27, 2014 17:26:53 GMT -5
Finn shook his head, snorting at that and swatting at her hand. "S'none of yer business, tha's how many! Damn bug's make ya this nosy an' gutter'eaded, or that been a long term thin'?" he asks, grinning at her.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 27, 2014 17:42:34 GMT -5
"I was born nosy. Society made me gutterbrained," she laughed, nudging Finn again. "Nothing wrong with it, though. Being nosy. Information's good. I'm a trustworthy sort, don't you fret," she shrugged, then pushed away from the bench to check out the jukebox. "You can trust me, Finn," she added, sounding a bit more serious now.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 27, 2014 17:44:29 GMT -5
"Like I sai', y'aint done wrong by me ye'. An' if I did'nae trust ya, you wouldn' be in the Paragon's heart withou' m'knowin', would ya?" he asks, chuckling at her before nodding towards the jukebox. "Y'like tha' ol' beauty?"
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