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Post by Dresden on Nov 16, 2015 7:24:15 GMT
"It does. I'm on the thin side, not weak. Or would you prefer that I drop you?"
"No, don't drop me," she replies quickly, her arms wrapping around him. "I just wouldn't have expected flying to be easy while holding another person. Like, a balance issue."
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Post by Dia on Nov 16, 2015 7:40:51 GMT
"No, don't drop me. I just wouldn't have expected flying to be easy while holding another person. Like, a balance issue."
"It is an issue, if you don't know what you're doing," Grieve admits, relenting as he holds her closer, wicked grin "Would you like to return to the ground?"
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Post by Dresden on Nov 16, 2015 7:47:57 GMT
"It is an issue, if you don't know what you're doing. Would you like to return to the ground?"
Eyeing the landscape, she gives a small shrug and refuses to admit yes. "I don't mind. Just don't drop me. I'm too young yet to die."
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Post by Dia on Nov 16, 2015 7:57:55 GMT
"I don't mind. Just don't drop me. I'm too young yet to die."
Chuckling, Grieve flaps his wings hard once before he tucks them into his sides, smiling as they start to plumment
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Post by Dresden on Nov 16, 2015 8:13:06 GMT
Imogen's hold tightens on him and a scream wells in her throat, though it's of the thrill of falling and the lightness in her stomach.
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Post by Dia on Nov 16, 2015 8:31:29 GMT
Laughing as they near the ground, Grieve flaps his wings, leveling them out about ten feet away, slowly drifts down, shooting her a smirk
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Post by Dresden on Nov 16, 2015 8:34:29 GMT
Once her feet touch ground she takes a couple of stumbling steps away then turns to him, face bight and a grin on her face. "That. Was. Awesome." Her pink hair blows around her face, framing it as some strands slip free from her braid.
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Post by Dia on Nov 16, 2015 22:32:05 GMT
"That. Was. Awesome."
"Well, I'm glad you liked it." Grieve mutters, snorting softly as he watches her, gaze following her every movement
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Post by Dresden on Nov 17, 2015 0:34:50 GMT
"Well, I'm glad you liked it."
She looks towards the bunker, thinking a moment. "What should we do now?"
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Post by Dia on Nov 17, 2015 0:47:56 GMT
"What should we do now?"
"Well, I for one, am starving." Grieve murmurs, looking around, jaw ticking when he sees no sign of life
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Post by Dresden on Nov 17, 2015 3:35:29 GMT
"Well, I for one, am starving."
"I have some reserves at the bunker," she answers, starting towards the hole in the ground she calls home. "Follow me."
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Post by Dia on Nov 17, 2015 3:54:05 GMT
"I have some reserves at the bunker. Follow me."
"Reserves?" Grieve asks in confusion, following her with a half curious expression
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Post by Dresden on Nov 17, 2015 4:12:50 GMT
"Reserves?"
"Food, water, supplies," she replies as she steps down into the bunker. "I have a little bit of everything."
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Post by Dia on Nov 17, 2015 4:37:09 GMT
"Food, water, supplies. I have a little bit of everything."
"Are you one of those people that hoard items?" Grieve murmurs, scowling "I had one steal one of my fallen feathers once, claimed it was hers just because she saw it."
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Post by Dresden on Nov 17, 2015 4:53:26 GMT
"Are you one of those people that hoard items?" Grieve murmurs, scowling "I had one steal one of my fallen feathers once, claimed it was hers just because she saw it."
"Only the things I need," she replies. "And no, I won't claim a feather that fell off of you. I do however collect things that strike my fancy, but not everything I see." She walks to a room that acts as her pantry. "What do you like to eat, Angel?"
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