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Post by Zack Mickells on Apr 3, 2015 20:22:38 GMT
"whatever. That isn't my problem. It's yours."
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Post by Annabel Rustin on May 26, 2015 11:41:08 GMT
Pouts teasingly, "Is someone a bit snotty today? Is that someone called Zack?" Lisps the words to appear like a toddler.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Jun 3, 2015 10:57:37 GMT
"Annabel Rustin, youngest director of shield a the the age of four." he spoke with a typical news reporters voice. "grow up..."
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Jun 20, 2015 17:26:23 GMT
"I did. It was a trap. I shouldn't have done it." She shrugs slightly, brushing her red hair back over her shoulder.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Jun 21, 2015 1:01:28 GMT
"well, that's your fault for thinking it's a trap. I guess I learned early.." he put the cooked pancake on the stack. "especially since -..." he cut himself off.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Jun 21, 2015 21:05:47 GMT
"Oh dear, touchy subject has arisen - however will continue this conversation without the burden of that on our minds?" She drawls sarcastically, picking at her nail varnish.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Jun 22, 2015 4:43:35 GMT
"oh, so I guess you don't care about valuable information about your soldiers. I'll keep it to myself, then. Then maybe you'll grow up and start to listen more."
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Jun 22, 2015 9:48:41 GMT
"Oh for gods sake tell me then if it's that big a thing." Sighs as she tilts her head, listening.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Jun 22, 2015 16:42:55 GMT
"no, I don't think you want to hear it. So, I think I'll just eat my pancakes, then go to sleep." he obtained a can of whipped cream and unloaded half of it on the stack.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Jun 27, 2015 17:56:32 GMT
"Really, I'm used to terrible things. Fine, go to sleep then." She mutters as she leaves, disappearing.
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