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Post by Sky on Oct 18, 2012 17:48:20 GMT
Ryder raised an eyebrow but decided to drop the exceedingly boring subject that he could be completely wrong. He knew he was right about his ideas, and that even if Rho turned on him he could get away or fight her off easily, he wasn't a master of his element for nothing after all. He shrugged and turned back to the case at hand, honestly curious about the whole situation.
"But was she drunk or anything? Is she the kind of girl who would do anything like that normally?" He knew he was prying, but he was determined to figure out if the man he was after was at the bar the night before. "Did she ever come back too? If not are you even a little worried about her?"
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Post by kiddie on Oct 26, 2012 0:43:52 GMT
A compressing sensation pained Artisan's lower brow as though merely talking about the night at the bar set off a hangover. Forgetting all about his barely touched drink at the other end of the table, the mechanic wearily rested his elbows on the table and lightly massaged his temples to alleviate his headache.
"Aigoo...She might have been a little bit tipsy," admitted Artisan, "But she's probably enjoying herself right now--I wouldn't worry too much."
Perfect.
Now he was worrying.
No.
Borderline panicking.
There was never a time or place for Artisan to unwind, was there?
"Ridiculous," he muttered, "What are the chances of Calista hooking up with a serial killer...What are the chances of a serial killer hitting on me?!"
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Post by Sky on Nov 5, 2012 20:01:49 GMT
"I suggest you go find her then if you are worried at all. You know the girl better then I do. You would probably figure out where she would go if she was injured and couldn't make it back to wherever it is that she lives." Ryder leaned back and took a sip of his drink, looking him directly in the eyes.
"That is unless you really don't think that a serial killer who has killed dozens in the past few years has no chance against her, or wouldn't hit on you when a few of his victims have even been guys." He shrugged and slipped his tonfa back into the special pocket he had put inside his jacket. "If you find her injured or worse don't come crying to me. All I'll say is 'I told you so.'"
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