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french girls
His first thought was don't just toss it around like that, but that was only because it looked like a modern magical tome, well used and full of mysteries. He opened it carefully, peeking over at Preacher as if he expected her to stop him. When she didn't, he began paging through, having the strangest urge to touch each piece but stopping himself because... pencil.
They were very, very good. Chester wondered when she had sat still long enough to do all of this. Then he felt guilty for wondering.
"These are lovely. You can certainly draw me whenever you'd like." He said it absently, still turning past people and creatures and structures, some that he knew, most that he did not. When he reached a familiar billowing collar he stopped, pressing his lips together and looking back up at her.
"But... my eyes are up here next time." The grin, it was barely contained.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:53 pm
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broken
Even though he had been the one to suggest he would cry, he had a hard time picturing himself all-out bawling over one of his machines these days. She had as good as admitted that she had broken something though, and now he was more curious to see which something it was, to touch it so he could find out what he was going to do with it next. He wasn't quite prepared for Hickory.
"Oh."
Chester took the pieces from her, pushing past the whispered make me something else he got from most of his older work, hoping to find the core of what he had originally done. He wasn't surprised to find it gone, but all it took was a few seconds of looking at the little robot the old fashioned way to figure out what was wrong.
"It's just a couple of broken gears, no big deal. Probably a rickety screw too." He looked at her, free hand rising toward her face but retreating again before it got halfway. "Here, I'll fix it right now." He leaned for a drawer, retrieving a couple of small plastic boxes and a blue glass orb, its interior studded with bubbles.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:26 pm
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ready, set, go
"Fragile flower, my a**." She snorted. Because she was so tickled, Chester's punch almost connected, but Preacher dodged at the last minute. She did, however, looked pleased.
"That was pretty good form! Ya gotta work till ya preciseness translates into quickness." Preacher bounced on the balls of her feet. "Ya can dodge or ya can counter. Like this." She brought his fist up to where it had been, almost touching her, then snapped her arm up to knock it away, bring her other elbow up close to rest against his throat. "So, what d'you think you'd do from here?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 12:03 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 8:02 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 8:10 am
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ready, set, go
"Ya could counter," she said, looking pleased. "Or, since m'counter is going towards ya right, and m'elbow is striking from the same direction... if ya move with my counter, than you'll be outta range for my elbow." Preacher moved her arms again slightly, showing how both were twisting towards Chester's right.
"Or, as ya move, you can take 'vantage of m'openness here." Grabbing his free hand, she placed it against her sternum, her hand over his. "Since my elbow's up, m'torso's too open. So ya can strike here or here." She moved his hand lower, right beneath her chest. "Try to run it through like that." Preacher dropped her hand.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 8:12 am
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