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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/18/2016 6:15:01 AM
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[i]Wolfe looked to him, a cold hatred in his eyes, followed by a sadness that could be felt. [/i]
"Don't."
[i]He said, very clearly a warning. He was not going there.[/i]
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Alpha didn't care "Dammit, I'm trying to help you, whether you want it or not." He rubbed his face with the back of a hand "Look.....the hardass attitude? I get it. I get the whole kill-or-be-killed attitude. I've been there."
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"You want to help, then? Leave me alone." [i]He said, half a smirk on his lips[/i]
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"November 2nd, two years ago......March 6th, one year ago. June 27th, one year ago. October 9th, one year ago. and July 30th, five months ago. December 18th, today" he said, rattling off something. "Funny, all of the other times that was me.....till today"
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"Look kid, I don't need your help. I don't want to talk, and I really don't feel like explaining myself to you of all people." [i]He said, looking back towards the bar's liquor shelf.[/i]
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"Hmph. I see." he took a sip of his drink, and sighed "Besides the teenage edgy shit, why me out of all people may I ask?"
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"Because you're no different from anyone else. Nobody else needs to be involved either. My problems are mine and mine alone." [i]He said.[/i]
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"So long as you deal with them." he said quietly, under his breath as he took out the journal again, opening it up to a blue-trimmed section
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"Well so far, I'm doing better than you. I'm not on the sh*tlist of a galactic republic." [i]He said sharply, knowing full-well of Alpha's exploits.[/i]
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"I'm not the one drowning in booze" he said tiredly
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"So drinking a couple of shots one day makes me drowning? I think you need to reevaluate what drowning is." [i]He replied.[/i]
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"something tells me by the end of the night, that shelf is gonna be empty" he said, writing in his journal
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"No. I've had my fill of alcohol, I just need my fill of silence. Now either go back to being quiet or go find someone else to bother." [i]He said blandly.[/i]
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"Hmph." he kept writing, and you could've sworn you'd heard something in his pocket vibrate, which he ignored
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[i]Wolfe ignored it as well, preferring to no longer continue conversing.[/i]
