Ace sighs, and leans on Tim. "Sorry. Heard that one too many times, I guess." She shrugs, and studies the tabletop. "Didn't used to care what other folks thought of me and m'nitro."
Ace wrinkles her nose at him. "Until you get pulled into some conference where they tell you to confiscate my explosives 'cause I'm a danger to the bar." She points out, mostly without rancor.
One: They probably wouldn't get me to do it. Conflict of interest. Two: i would never take your Nitro away unless you wanted me too. Three: Why the pessimissim?
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I'm teasing you love...but if you'd like me to stop, i shall.
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"Sorry. Heard that one too many times, I guess." She shrugs, and studies the tabletop. "Didn't used to care what other folks thought of me and m'nitro."
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*Tim strokes her nose.*
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"Until you get pulled into some conference where they tell you to confiscate my explosives 'cause I'm a danger to the bar." She points out, mostly without rancor.
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*Cuddling close to her.*
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"Call it post-traumatic whatchimacallit." She doesn't really know why, actually. Seems her mood has been all over the map.