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"Let's take a look," said Dusty, " at some potential causes. Maybe your most recent trauma. Let's see what that knocked loose."
Yeah, those don't work till I wake up.
Just gotta believe in yourself, mane.
You should probably mention or quote him so he sees it. Anyway. As I've said, my opinion, it's not extremely fun to play alongside a...
Huh?
"Well enough, I would imagine," said Azrael. "We've gone over two minutes without a death, or a fight, or a tactical nuke, or me ripping off my leg."
"Awesome." He sat down.
He smirked. "Yeah, I think I do."
Asmo walked back outside and stood by the truck. "Hey. Thanks."
"Yes," said Azrael, "with painful lighting and ridiculous techno music." "Don't forget hookers and drugs," Maya added.
"Dude, maybe I'll upgrade to a trashy nightclub now." She gave a quick wink.
"Oh, cool. I'm getting talked about.~"
"Who'd you hear from?" Maya asked curiously.
"Not even sure what I did..." Azrael put the flask back and turned to Celestia.
"I'm kidding, you twit." Azrael handed him the flask.
"That's not what your father said last night."
Azrael rolled his eyes. "I just offered you money. Take it, or no drinks."
"It's my liquor, I will do with it as I please. I may give you Bits to buy your own. But this is mine, and I don't want to catch anything."
"Maybe if you earn it." He nodded to the new mare. "Hello."
Azrael shook his head. "Probably not."
