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[pen taps after he's finished doodling all over the place; then a pause and a recorded gasp as he realizes he's been sitting in a completely different room for the past 10 minutes] ... Holy crap. Where the hell am I?! [sound of hurried footsteps as he goes to look outside his window]

((ooc: I'm back! In time for this plot :D Also, these lovely doodles were made by my boo Emmy ♥ Also I forgot that the plot began at midnight LMAO))

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[lifts her up and does a little, slow twirl] No more tight jeans or short skirts? [SADFACES] Duurnna, you're begging to be mugged, wearing this.

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What, you mean the stubble? I haven't had the time to shave. [sets her down] Are you going to keep the mansion for the rest of the week? Are we going to have a scandalous affair? [kisses her again] It's the kind of roleplay you've always wanted.

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No, I grew up like this. I think it made me more humble in the end; I definitely don't mind. [starts walking backwards, with his hands still clasped between hers] It's kind of like a game, anyway. Since it's only going to last for a week. I can make it through.

[pulling her up the steps] Guess what.

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Iii'm stronger than you, now. [pushes his hands apart, inevitably forcing hers apart as well]

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I don't doubt that, but I've improved the last time you trained me. [takes advantage of her gripping his hands and tugs her forward forcefully, so that she collides into his chest :D]

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Of course not. [looks over at the ground at the bottom of the stairs] Um, are we just going to leave that knife here? [had to have dropped it... since she kept playing with his hands. wtf, tati.]

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[lifts his hands and tugs them out of her grip, shaking his head] No, a kid could find it and mug me when I'm on my way to work. Pick it up. Please?

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[heh heh, opens the door and waits for her :)]

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Way above my standards, that's for sure. [gives her butt a squeeze as she walks past him] Hey, what's it feel like, being depowered?

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How about we shave off a bit of that edge? Heh............. [walks over to the kitchen]

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I hope so. [grabs a mug from one of the cupboards and :D fills it up with tap water. PUTS IT IN THE MICROWAVE AND SETS THE TIME]

I wish kid-sized soothers existed, sometimes.

[leans against the counter and opens his arms, beckoning her] Sooo, are you just a rich bum, or do you actually have work to do?

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... What? What was that? [traps her in his arms.]

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What?! H -- how are you an artist, and I'm stuck -- [glances around the room wildly because he can't find the right word]