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"Enzo, hush," she interjects with an exasperated tone.

Using a much softer tone now, she turns her attention back to Shorty.

"No one's saying you have to go back to how it was, sweetheart. You'll have a good, honest job, a roof over your head and people looking out for your well being."

Beat.

"I know what you have back with that Boss of yours is what you know, but why don't you give us a chance?"

Edited Date: 2009-07-08 07:42 am (UTC)

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Shorty's chance to get frustrated.
"And what happens when that ends, huh? What happens when you decide I'm not worth the trouble or I mess up or we discover I suck at whatever job you're offerin me? What then, huh?" He starts pacing.
"Back on the streets with no where to go? Beggin for a scrap to eat? Eatin from the trash jus' to have somethin? Months without showers, people avoidin you on the street..
No, no, no!"

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AndrAIa watches Shorty pace while he rants, catching him lightly by the wrist once he's finished his rant.

"No! Oh User, no!" Shorty maaaay be getting a rather nice AndrAIa hug right now.

"You're not going back to any of that. Not while I'm still processing."

Edited Date: 2009-07-08 07:55 am (UTC)

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Uh.

Lady. Person. Hugging.

With Little Clothing.

And Rubber Skin.

Can't. Brain. Guh.

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"AndrAIa? Hon, I think you're freaking him out."

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AndrAIa releases Shorty quickly at Coreen's prompting with a chagrined smile.

"Sorry, Kiddo."

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Oh! Right! Thinking.
..he can think, right?

YES! YES HE CAN.

"Uh."

Or maybe not.

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a1enzo

Enzo can't help laughing a little.

"Sorry, man, I shoulda warned you. She does that."

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"I, uh."

He clears his throat.

"I mean.." he regains his composure and tries to look nonchalant. "It's cool."

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The Game sprite laughs softly, giving Shorty's shoulder a gentle pat.

"Look, you don't have to make a decision right now. So why don't you have a seat, have some food, and I'll finish trouncing these guys at Monopoly."

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"Troucing! Haha, no way. That next roll is going to land you on some hotel-Coreen property, darlin'."

She grins.

"Oh, and Shorty, your snacks (within reason, dear) are on me today."

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Shorty bites his lip and readjusts his cap with an embarrassed air.
"You don't have to do that."

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"It's no problem. Your first drink's free anyway, so you might as well have some snacks to go along with it. Just...you and I, we'll have a chat a little later."

Just a little talk to get the kid on a better path.

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He looks at her sideways.
"You're, uh. You're not gonna voodoo me or nothin are ya?"

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AndrAIa gives a laugh from her claimed seat on the couch.

"Coreen, I think it's you that's scaring the poor kid now."

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