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“So ya admi’ ya think I’m cute? —Super sweet Dork.”

     – ” Th-that … was a figment of your own imagination an’ you ain’t got the right to be sayin’ that ‘cause you’re like way sweeter dorkier. “

     [ He’s blushing a little but he ain’t no falling for this. ] Suuuuuure you did.

     —you stop that!

     Punk ain’t no color but a way of li—

     The punk-rocker is taken by so much surprise that a high-pitch screech escapes his lips before he gracefully falls down. Wait, that’s— that’s Nicole. He should pull himself together and act accordingly like a mature adult or like the Leon Kuwata he is. Shifting slightly, he fixes his greyish-blue orbs at the girl on top of him and forms a goofy smirk, “Hey— it’s… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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_{“—…….are ya gonna tell me? ‘Er am I gonna have ta beg? Cause ya’ll ain’ exacl’y helpin’ me righ’ now.”}

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_{“I ain’t makin’ a scene! I’m jus’ makin’ sure I understan’ wha’ tha hell yer sayin’!”}

     – “… ‘kay. An’ judgin’ by the sour expression you’re gettin’ nothin’ so far, do you?”

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_{“Fine! I will ferge’ i’! I’s obvious ya don’ like me so i’s fine.”}

     – "Oi, quit makin’ a scene! I never said that.”

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