you want the vodka or the whiskey? fuck it, it's christmas i'll bring both
[a little later.... cain is a knockin' on John's door. he's got one of those cloth grocery bags in hand with the other hand jammed into the pocket of his winter jacket. since he'd gotten john's text cain had been excited to come over. probably because being by yourself on the holidays is a bit depressing, even for the hardiest of people.]
[ Clover is nothing, if not prompt. She shows up at the location Cain provided when she said she would. Even if she's not used to her new skills, it's still an unfair advantage she has. When the girl in her memories can decimate an entire squad of soldiers with her fists and feet, the odds are in her favor.
This spar was stacked against Cain, but he insisted, and she didn't want him going after her friends. That's why they're here. After a warm up, she starts getting serious.
[Cain never stood a chance. One minute he had been confident and cocky that he could take down Clover without a sweat. The next minute had been a blur of confusion as Clover far surpassed his expectations.
Of course he loses, how could he have ever stood a chance?
He doesn't know how he feels. Pissed? Surprised? Scared? Turned on? Alive? He lets out a soft grunt as he stands up to roll his shoulder.]
Fucking hell, Clover... [Though his face betrays his tone as he tries to hide his smile.] You didn't fucking tell me you were a god damn maverick.
[ At least he's taking it in as much stride as Cain takes things in stride, she thinks. ]
I told you you'd be in for a surprise. The person in my memories is... quite powerful, and I'm still not as good as she is.
[ She's a bit torn about accepting her new Retrospec-given abilities, but if it'll keep someone she knows from getting into too much trouble, she'll accept them. ]
That doesn't matter as much as... did that help scratch your itch to fight?
[He's definitely taking it pretty well for someone as hotheaded and egoistic as Cain. Whereas similar fighters may have groaned and moaned about not being on their game or going easy on their opponent, Cain wholesomely accepts his defeat. With a smile even!]
Yeah it scratched that itch alright, Clover. [Cain rubs at his jaw, offering Clover a smirk.] How long were ya plannin' on hidin this from me? Cause do you know how fuckin' hot you looked kickin' my ass?
[ Clover coughs and looks away. She's not blushing, but she is a little flustered. She's not sure how she feels about this particular compliment. She doesn't want to be violent, but for some reason, it's helping Cain. ]
It's very new. A month ago, you would have beaten me without breaking a sweat.
Maybe. You gotta give yourself more credit than that, Clover.
[It is helping him in a lot of ways. To be a better person (slowly), to release that pent up stress (surely), and to do something destructive in a constructive way (sort of?) to name a few.]
You had me on my toes the entire time, even before you pulled that stunt on me. [He grimaces, tilting his head to the side.] Be honest- do I look like shit?
[ It's just hard to give herself credit with an ability from someone she considers a monster. ]
If I have to be honest, I have to say you do. I'll give you a pass because I'm the guilty party. [ In making him look like shit. ] I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?
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sometime 12/25
come over
[ kindly includes his address just for that ]
christmas;
heck yes
meet you in fifteen?
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but good. see you :)
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fuck it, it's christmas i'll bring both
[a little later.... cain is a knockin' on John's door. he's got one of those cloth grocery bags in hand with the other hand jammed into the pocket of his winter jacket. since he'd gotten john's text cain had been excited to come over. probably because being by yourself on the holidays is a bit depressing, even for the hardiest of people.]
1/03
i was wondering if you wanted to hang out with noct some time??
[LMFAO.....]
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what were you thinkin we'd go do?
text; 1/17
violets are fine.
you be the 6
and i’ll be the 9
a poem for cain about cain by cain
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he fucc
but most importantly
he a big booty slut
a poem for john about john by john
i'm cry
oh cmon
at least mine tried to pretend to have some semblance of class
hi cry, i'm cry
how u doin cry
i did laugh, though.
i'll give you that much
doin good cry
but you liked it enough so...
does that mean you wanna suck my dick?
u wu
try for more tact next time we meet
we'll see.
u do uww
oh so you're a wine and dine kind of classy?
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then i just might be
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dont leave me out to dry here john
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it'll be a yeah
[ look he's not going to turn down wine and dine in this instance, okay ]
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oh fuck yeah!!!
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are you into video games? noct's pretty good at the arcade
4/1; action
This spar was stacked against Cain, but he insisted, and she didn't want him going after her friends. That's why they're here. After a warm up, she starts getting serious.
That's why Cain loses. ]
Are you ready to admit defeat?
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Of course he loses, how could he have ever stood a chance?
He doesn't know how he feels. Pissed? Surprised? Scared? Turned on? Alive? He lets out a soft grunt as he stands up to roll his shoulder.]
Fucking hell, Clover... [Though his face betrays his tone as he tries to hide his smile.] You didn't fucking tell me you were a god damn maverick.
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I told you you'd be in for a surprise. The person in my memories is... quite powerful, and I'm still not as good as she is.
[ She's a bit torn about accepting her new Retrospec-given abilities, but if it'll keep someone she knows from getting into too much trouble, she'll accept them. ]
That doesn't matter as much as... did that help scratch your itch to fight?
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Yeah it scratched that itch alright, Clover. [Cain rubs at his jaw, offering Clover a smirk.] How long were ya plannin' on hidin this from me? Cause do you know how fuckin' hot you looked kickin' my ass?
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It's very new. A month ago, you would have beaten me without breaking a sweat.
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[It is helping him in a lot of ways. To be a better person (slowly), to release that pent up stress (surely), and to do something destructive in a constructive way (sort of?) to name a few.]
You had me on my toes the entire time, even before you pulled that stunt on me. [He grimaces, tilting his head to the side.] Be honest- do I look like shit?
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[ It's just hard to give herself credit with an ability from someone she considers a monster. ]
If I have to be honest, I have to say you do. I'll give you a pass because I'm the guilty party. [ In making him look like shit. ] I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?