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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 4, 2017 3:28:48 GMT -5
"Sign me up," she laughed. "I like 'em tall, dark, and handsome. You know, the exact opposite of you." She smirked.
They were nearing her apartment building. When they reached the entrance to the building Lyra stopped at the door. "I feel like I could sleep for a week. And I think I'll be sore a lot longer than that, thanks to your little bucking bronco maneuver."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 4, 2017 3:39:29 GMT -5
"You know what helps with sore muscles?" he asked then quickly answered, "Protein."
"I mean it Lyra, your body needs to refuel, and you could stand to gain a few pounds. You'd pack a bigger punch if you had the strength behind it."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 4, 2017 3:45:26 GMT -5
The humor drained from her face fairly quickly at his remarks. She wasn't going to be one of those "rib cage girls" he had teased her about before, but that didn't mean she needed to put on anymore weight. Lyra felt she was the perfect size and she could pack enough heat behind a punch as is. It was rude of Nicolas to comment on such a thing, she would have thought a cultured man such as him would have known that.
"Thanks for the advice," she said curtly as she pulled the door to her building open. "I'll see you later."
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