I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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Thread Topic: I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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"I would love that. Thank you for thinking so deeply of me." Benton hugged his knees and insipidly watched the outside through the windshield. This is going to be horrible.
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(gtg)
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"You're welcome." James sighed, putting on his seat belt. He smoothly backed out, starting the drive on the way to his house.
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Benton took in the details of the outside as James drove. He always enjoyed watching it go by like a fast motion picture. Pulling out his Gerber, his mind thought back to what the blonde said. He examined the weapon, and sure enough, found a small chunk of metal missing from the tip.
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From time to time, he'd glance over at Benton, a sigh escaping his lips. While he could easily admit that he didn't like being alone, he didn't like Benton that much. He was too mean to be a friend.. A pout started to form on hips lips, but it faded. His job wasn't to make friends.
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Benton occasionally considered apologizing, but he was not capable of figuring out how to say it, so he did not. Instead, he only waited for the car ride to end. He twiddle his thumbs in order to pass the time.
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(My head hurts so I'm going to be a little slow.)
James sighed, staring at the rode. "I demand access to your kitchen twenty-four-seven. That's all I need to survive. Oh, and I can sleep on the floor or on a couch if you don't have space anywhere else." -
(I know the feel. That's fine. You better get better, though. Sickies are no good.)
"That's fine. You can have the guestroom. It is a two bedroom condo with a beautiful view of the city. I won't bother you. I am usually on the porch at night, writing." Benton nodded, confirming what he said. -
(I knowwwww.)
"Alright.. Thank you, Benny." A grin crept onto his face and he turned to stick his head out at Benton. "I'll drive ya places in return~." -
*to places
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(-gives more cookies- Get well soooooon. C:)
Benton actually kind of chuckled. "Thank you very much. Oohhh, yeah, if you want sweets, you need to buy them. All I own is tart fruits, vegetables, some meat, and grains." -
"Well, we're going to my house, are we not? I'm going to need the back for my sweets and my comics and manga. There's no way they'll fit in the trunk." At last, they arrived in front of James's house- a small and ordinary one.
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"You are going to need my help, yeah?" Benton asked. He stared at the house through the windshield as he pulled off his seatbelt. Hopping out of the car, he stretched his back.
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"Yeah, I am." James sighed, getting out as well. Suddenly, his hand was at his shoe, and a few throwing stars were in his hand. A set of keys were already in the house door. "If they touched my stuff, I'm going to kill them!"
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Benton glanced over. "Who are you talking about?" He wanted interested in knowing, as the man seemed so infuriated over whoever "they" were.
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