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"Hey LArdy. Sorry to wake you but...oh," sees the uneaten dinner still on the table, "sorry, I didn't know you had company."
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Catches a glimpse of some shoes on the floor near the table. (shoes that he had seen when looking around her room the other day)
"I...ummm should probably...just leave..."
Dev turns, and stops.
"She's still here..." he asks as he turns his head back to look at Lardy, "...that would be why she didn't answer my call earlier."
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<walks right past Lardy into his Lair, right past the bedroom door where Tempest lies within, and to the dinner>
Hm. Cold, but still looks great.
<grabs a piece of beef and fills up his cup with wine.>
Proceed gentlemen. I'll wait here. This reminds me of the old LMB too much not to enjoy.
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"I don't understand...but we're all adults here...mostly," he says as he looks at Cobie with the last word.
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We, uh, were having a friendly dinner... <motions toward where Cobalt is helping himself> ...then one thing lead to another... <thinks> and then another and another...
-------------------- "Suck it, depressos!"--M. Lash
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"Don't give me that Lardy. The dinner hadn't been touched..."
Dev turns back to Tempest.
"I don't need an explanation Tempest. I think this says pretty much everything I need to know."
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Dev, I really don't know how to talk to you about this...in front of others.
I just needed something...
(Looks at how Cobalt Kid is eating.)
Carnal.
Yeah. Look, I know what we talked about. But every man in the room scares the crap out of me. For one reason or another I am not what I need to be when I am around any of you.
(puts on her shoes)
It's time I moved out of the Security Office.
-------------------- And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift...
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