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Post by Gerard Carriere on Jul 6, 2013 20:14:51 GMT -5
( I apologize for the lateness)
"Not all are that way," said Gerard, with a faint shrug, watching him as he took a more flustered swig from the bottle. He frowned a bit when the bottle hit the table with force. Gerard looked at him as he leaned forward.
Gerard arched a brow slightly, frowning. He wasn't sure what to say to that. He could not agree and say that was what the other should do, as he hadn't been in a situation like that. Plus he was a little disturbed by the way the ghost had said that. So in the end he said, "Suit yourself," softly.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jul 21, 2013 13:24:25 GMT -5
((It’s okay You were busy. It happens.)) This man seemed rather insistent that this woman he had known and had loved was not at all like what Nate knew of women. Nate personally doubted this, but then again, he didn’t know this woman, or the specific set of circumstances in which this man knew her, and so there really was not much else he could say on the matter. Suit yourself, he heard the man say. Nate chuckled a bit. It was a funny phrase, really, particularly since he never dressed close to suits… even when he was alive, the closest thing he had generally worn was his navel uniform, and even that was only for required occasions on board the ship. Otherwise, his attire was for more lax. He chuckled audibly at the thought. Perhaps that was what years of being trapped between life and death did to you—it drove you a bit mad, and you began to find amusement in all sorts of strange and unexpected places. He must have looked quite ridiculous (or quite drunk) sitting there and laughing to himself, but it wasn’t exactly as if he had much of an image to uphold…
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