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Post by espoir on Jul 2, 2008 18:24:44 GMT -5
Espoir tilted her head slightly before speaking. "Something is missing? Part of you is death? Internal turmoil?" she repeated his words slowly as if trying to understand him as he said them. It would be rude to ask for an explanation so she didnt. "So death is missing from your life? Just an assumption so...."
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jul 3, 2008 0:09:55 GMT -5
If Tyson could sweatdrop he wouldn't have. That only scratched the surface of perhaps the disappointment and lack of understanding.
"Never mind, you don't understand at all. Let's go. Make sure to buckle up."
Tyson began to pull away from the curb and into the trafic, heading to his temporary home, San Melina Academy.
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Post by espoir on Jul 3, 2008 15:25:15 GMT -5
She pouted as she sensed his disappointment in her reply. "Sorry. I really dont. I dont do psychology," she said as she buckled the seatbelt. She didnt know what else to say now. Should she try and start another casual conversation or continue to talk to him about what was bothering him. Times like these she wished she had more social skills.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jul 3, 2008 16:52:27 GMT -5
"It's fine."
Tyson wasn't really expecting her to understand. She had just met him, and he couldn't expect her to be of assistance in the way he needed. He was simply trying. Now, he focused on driving, heading off to the academy, and his home.
((You can make a new thread if you want))
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