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[Bradley walks into the Dressing Room, completely confused of his surroundings. He was supposed to be walking back to Jean's house, but he found himself in an unfamiliar lobby. He's holding a black and white round ball under his arm, as he was just finishing up a small football game with his friends. He did not expect to be in such a place.]
Wha--
What is this? Is this some sort of joke?
[ooc: we need more OC's. I got convinced to throw my OC out there. OC's are fun.]
Wha--
What is this? Is this some sort of joke?
[ooc: we need more OC's. I got convinced to throw my OC out there. OC's are fun.]
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Well, I'm certainly not going to crush you, double, I almost certainly weigh less than you, hmm?
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[Bradley laughs as well.]
Are you sure? He's quite the scrawny thing as well. I think the last time I saw him weighed he was 120 and...well tall. Not as tall as me, but that's skinny for his height.
[The blue-eyed man shook his head;] She's more petite.
Oh good point. [Bradley sips his drink again.]
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[She shrugs a little, lifting up the bottom of her shirt. She picks a patch with quite a lot of scars, but she just ignores them, gesturing to the contours of her ribs visible through the skin.]
And, well, I'm pretty scrawny myself.
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I'm totally muscle, but I have to work out daily for money. Which I am okay with. Speaking of jobs, do you have a job Ms. Descole? Are you a scientist like Jean?
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...no. Not any more.
[She sighs a little, dropping her shirt to cuddle up closer to Descole.]
I mean... it's kind of hard for me to hold down a job, with the way I can get.
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Lucky you, jobs are hard. They're time consuming and ...ugh difficult.
[Descole shrugs;] I work from home, so I wouldn't know. I didn't know you disliked your job so.
[The blonde shakes his head.]
I absolutely love my job, it just gets demanding.
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[Descole shook his head;] He's like a mother sometimes...
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[Bradley smiles at then and shrugs.]
At least some one finds me useful.
[The brunette nudges his double;] Perhaps if you come back with us, you can use Bradley for your benefit too. Perhaps if you came with us, whether you'd want to or not Bradley would look after you. I know he will here.]
[Bradley laughed.]
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Well, yes, I have you, double. And I guess you too, Bradley. Unless I get on your nerves too much, hmm?
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But Jean is right, if you're anything like him, I might start to worry about you. But I wont be too crazy. I wont haggle you along like I do to him.
[He nuzzles Descole's shoulder and smiles. He plants a small kiss on the brunettes jaw, even though he knew the latter didn't like public displays of affection.]
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...mmm. That would be okay. So long as you know when to back off it doesn't bother me if you want to help out.
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[Bradley makes a sarcastic noise.]
I swear, maybe having two of you will be a nightmare.
[He laughs and sips his drink.]
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[She smirks across at Bradley a little, then reaches out to brush her hand just lightly over his own.]
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You have no idea how harder my life is with you. And for some reason I love every second, I wonder what two of you will do.
[Descole nods to his double;] You're right. Definitely going to have to try harder.
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I could probably think of better schemes if I were slightly less sober.
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[Bradley shakes his head.]
See, me may always come up with the plans, he needs me, the sober mind, to perfect them.
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[She snorts a bit to herself, moving to refill her glass and emptying the bottle in the process.]
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(OOC: Aw, that's a cute image. Fem Jean with a similar love. Aw.)
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[She shrugs and sits back down, making sure to put her legs over Bradley's as well as her double's this time.]
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[At this point, Bradley begins lightly drumming on her legs that were strewn over him.]
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...what are you doing?
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I have no idea. It's an automatic things my hands do. They never know what to do with themselves so they start drumming.
[Descole laughs;] You should take up smoking. There's something.
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You don't have to stop, it doesn't bother me. I just wondered. And, hmm, I wonder if the place would supply me with something like that, given its record with alcohol.
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