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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 15, 2013 11:24:16 GMT -8
"I'm always serious. And I am serious about fun."
He grinned and in a robotic voice and a stiff tilt of his head he stared at her and spoke.
"Fun will no commence."
His hand slowly reached out toward her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 15, 2013 19:53:11 GMT -8
"Since when are robots ever fun? I can name at least four sci-fi movies pertaining to the opposition of such a claim" Bastille just stared, brow raised.
"Commence fun like a real boy Pinocchio"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 15, 2013 19:56:09 GMT -8
"God you are such a brat."
He rolled his eyes and took a bite out of his sandwich. But he chewed normally this time.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 15, 2013 20:49:54 GMT -8
"Hi, have you met me?" She snickered. Now thats more like it. She bit out of her own sandwich.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 15, 2013 20:59:21 GMT -8
"I don't believe I have. What was your name again?"
He felt like his chance to enjoy this was ruined now. She got him thinking about the kid issue. And how she still didn't know that he had given up his chance at more kids. He didn't regret the decision per se. The hint that Barker wasn't really the enemy is what set his current plan in motion.
But he didn't just sacrifice. He made her sacrifice, and she didn't even know it. He felt like that realization made them unbalanced again. Which he did not like. He frowned as he looked down at his sandwich before tossing it off the roof. He lost his appetite.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 15, 2013 21:34:27 GMT -8
"Bastille Alana Violette Amtrum" She said, pronouncing the last name slowly and seductively. Her smirk was obvious until she saw him throw the sandwich and then suddenly....she was curious. Her brow raised and her frown inset more.
"Okay......whats wrong?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 16, 2013 14:22:37 GMT -8
"Nothing pressing."
He said before leaning in and kissing her again. His hand moving to the small of her back, his fingers curling to grip her shirt lightly. Breaking the kiss he let out a small sigh.
I'm gonna have to tell her...
Which was a disheartening thought.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 16, 2013 19:13:42 GMT -8
Bastille glared at him and then suddenly raised her hands to his cheeks. She leaned in closely, but instead of returning his kiss with her own she pinched and pulled his cheeks harshly.
"OI, NO RIGHT GIT WILL BE RUININ' MY BLEEDIN' DATE WITH SUCH A SOUR FACE. DONT BE A WANKER, EITHER FESS UP OR GET YOUR DUCKS IN A ROW AND SMILE....Geez, I couldn't get you to stop your ugly grinning earlier and now you look like your balls just got tied in a knot! You have two beautiful daughters, and If I may be so bold a wonderful, fabulous, and exquisite dish of a wife right in front of you and are seriously going to pull that forlorn look on me. Dont you dare make me pull some literary bullshit on you just to get you so confused you cant possibly feel anything else!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 16, 2013 20:08:35 GMT -8
He punched her in the gut when she grabbed his face and started talking British to him! This was AMERICA dammit! Immediately following the punch he would throw his weight on top of her and try to get her arms under his control to pin her down.
But she was a quick one. He wouldn't be surprised if she was ready for him to try something like this, or had a move of her own to turn it in her favor. While Mathew had been pouring over maps and reports and tending to the children she had been out training the men and being active.
Surely she had a few surprises that he hadn't seen yet. At least out of the bedroom.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 16, 2013 22:02:52 GMT -8
Bastille would recoil from the punch, moving back to spread out some of the damage before grabbing his arm and using his falling weight to jump up and twist around it, possibly twisting his arm back behind him if he didnt counter in time. She would wind up crouching behind her him arms going to sling over his shoulders and go to put him in a headlock....if she got that far.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 0:00:14 GMT -8
His arm contorted back as she twisted her body on top of him, getting him in a headlock. The pressure on his shoulder was noticeable and a marked improvement in how she had been. At least since they last tussled. She got him in the headlock as he shifted his body, using his legs and free arm to try and push himself up so that her tiny body was dangling from his back.
Should he get that far he would just fall back on top of her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 11:19:53 GMT -8
Bastille would just let him stand up, cringing slightly at the height difference- not fair. As he started to fall back she released him and fell backwards, tucking and rolling out of the way. Pushing up her upper body, she looked at him.
"That could have hurt..."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 12:06:54 GMT -8
He landed with a grunt and a thud. No Bastille to break his fall. Still despite that he looked up and her and smiled. Patting the ground next to him for her to sit or lay down if she wished it.
"I need to confess something to you. I have not been entirely forthcoming with you Bastille. And that is not fair to you."
She had a right to know, and he might not have a chance to tell her down the line. That might mean he got away with it in practice. But it would also mean the scales would never be balanced between them again.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 13:26:45 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow suspiciously but crawled over and plopped down next to him, back to eating her sandwich.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 13:34:50 GMT -8
"I acquired some information prior to our wedding. Something that caused me to reevaluate my plan and direction. I've come to the conclusion that Barker is not really the enemy, just another piece on the board."
He shifted to be closer to her, resting a hand on her side softly. Tenderly even. He hated this, it was too close to saying he was wrong, and it put a foul and bitter taste in his mouth.
"The knowledge came with a price. And that price was my chance at future children. Our chance of having more children, together."
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