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Perhaps that could be a 'Season 2' or something.
Perhaps Michael could somehow end up on the roof with Florence. Or maybe you guys are already in cahoots, and the 'home' you were talking about is the little campsite Florence has up on the roof?
That actually sounds pretty good. It'd just take some getting used to, that's it.
That means math though :(
I'm glad things are all good, Jabber :)
Adam/Bruce looked back at the doctor. By now, Bruce had gotten bored of squeezing Adam's face, and his giant claws hung down limp by the boy's body. As the Doctor told them that he had the authority, Bruce nodded, saying "I understand mate, I do. I just don't think this little Sheila's gunna listen to ya. She's a bit rebellious!" He then proceeded to give him a one handed noogie, which involved grabbing Adam's entire head in his hand and rubbing the top of it with his thumb. Adam began to try as best he could to pull himself from Bruce's vice-like grip, but since his arms also felt like jelly, it just ended up looking like pathetic, feeble flailing about. "Ya' gonna struggle mate?! Stop tryin' ta rebel! Bruce looked back at the doctor, who looked like he was obviously trying as best as he could to keep a straight composure. "So, numbah 774, huh? Izzat me? Him? We the same person, what?"
"Bruce, we gotta sit down!" Adam said, between spasms.
"Wait, mate, I still got some questions I want answered!"
Adam got down to the floor, crawling to the bed while struggle against Bruce's absentminded noogie-ing. He clutched the sheet, then tried to bring his leg up onto the bed, and then he climbed onto it with as much of his limited strength as he could. He then struggled with Bruce to get into the proper seating position.
"So doc, can you answer my question, please?" He rested his elbows on Adam's shoulders, and interlocked his claws, placing them in front of his face in a pensive pose.
"Bruce, we gotta sit down!" Adam said, between spasms.
"Wait, mate, I still got some questions I want answered!"
Adam got down to the floor, crawling to the bed while struggle against Bruce's absentminded noogie-ing. He clutched the sheet, then tried to bring his leg up onto the bed, and then he climbed onto it with as much of his limited strength as he could. He then struggled with Bruce to get into the proper seating position.
"So doc, can you answer my question, please?" He rested his elbows on Adam's shoulders, and interlocked his claws, placing them in front of his face in a pensive pose.
Yeah, X and I are planning on having a relationship similar to Zoro and Sanji's so I would really like to join your crew :D
#246 Domenico Silva
Jason put his rucksack back on. It was strange calling it 'his' rucksack, since he had only recently stolen it, but he had already grown accustomed to it; weird as it may be. "Yeah, I hear the military might have a quarantine camp or something here. Things got so bad in Denver, that people who were being evacuated in that direction had to turn back and be sent to Salt Lake City. At least that's what I heard. I'm trying to find my little brother, and this is the only lead I have." He began walking towards the city with his new companion. "Look, let's go in anyway, if that dude does lead the girl into a bandit shooting ground, we could kill them all and save the day."
He smiled at himself. He hadn't cracked a joke, or anything resembling a joke since before the Shamblers took over his group's camp. On the road with Robert, both of them were too traumatized at the thought of having to leave their comrades behind that they barely even spoke to one another. While in the cabin, Jason regretted not speaking to one of his last friends before having to watch him gurgle on his own blood and die. So this 'joke', however morbid it was, was kind of a big deal to him. Of course, he didn't let it spell out across his face, and instead tried to make it seem as if this was normal to him. He didn't want to remind himself of his sob story by telling it to a stranger he had just met. After all, this man probably has an even sadder story that he wouldn't want to be reminded of, nor speak about to a random guy HE had just met, either.
Keep yourself to yourself, I suppose.
He smiled at himself. He hadn't cracked a joke, or anything resembling a joke since before the Shamblers took over his group's camp. On the road with Robert, both of them were too traumatized at the thought of having to leave their comrades behind that they barely even spoke to one another. While in the cabin, Jason regretted not speaking to one of his last friends before having to watch him gurgle on his own blood and die. So this 'joke', however morbid it was, was kind of a big deal to him. Of course, he didn't let it spell out across his face, and instead tried to make it seem as if this was normal to him. He didn't want to remind himself of his sob story by telling it to a stranger he had just met. After all, this man probably has an even sadder story that he wouldn't want to be reminded of, nor speak about to a random guy HE had just met, either.
Keep yourself to yourself, I suppose.
ThePaintBlob said
I do Jakobson then? Alright, sounds good as I've just sneaked a peek on him anyway xD
Awesome, I suggest you edit your post to show you entering his room instead then :)
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