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That’s fine, I always land on my feet.

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Oof! *He wraps his arms around her.* Ready for the big squeeze?

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Who knows, maybe I’ll really get it tattooed.

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*Stern chuckles. He opens his arms.* Get over here, you little scamp.

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Tch- how’s my throw? How’s my throw?? I’ll blow your head clean off, OLD MAN!

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What the- *Stern laughs.* You son of a bitch!

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Hell yeah I do. Promise I won’t eat him, either!

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Uhh- we’ll stand. *He nods, and wipes his mouth off. He gets up.* Come on.

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*Stern states for a moment, then sighs, and stiffly says,* Blu, would you like to doodle on me?

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Lame… you want company?

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Hm... how big are the rocks in this situation...?

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Oh man, I dunno... I kind of want one over my DICK but then a part of me doesn't want ANY. Too permanent. Freaks me out.

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I could see why he'd freak some out... not me though. *He puffs out his chest and tries to act nonchalant.* You got him now...?

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*Stern laughs, leaping to Aeon's side, now more focused on catching them than anything. He's careful to avoid the tail. Another leap and they're side by side again, each clawing their way to the top.*

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Hmmm... abdomen. For sure.

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I see… and Pete is…?

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contemplating tattoos…

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*The scent of raw meat hits Stern’s nose, and already he’s rumbling. He stuffs the chips back on the shelf and busts into the room.* Hell yeah, I would. *He reaches in and picks up a cube, popping it into his mouth. He groans.* Oh man that’s good- name’s Stern. *He sticks out a chippy, bloody hand.*

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What the fuck?? *He almost falls. Almost.* Did you just flash bang me??

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*More laughter from Stern as they continue their ascent.* Don’t look down! *He teases.*

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*Stern grins.* And rare as all hell. *He bites a steak tip in half and shows the bloody insides. His eyes roll back as he pops the other half in his mouth.* Wh- why were you here again? Oh- right. *He wipes off his hands.* To get squeezed.

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*Stern is stuffing potato chips into his face in a big handful when he hears Lazarus’ greeting. Who is this? He wonders. Too comfortable to be someone new, though you never know in a place like this. Stern swallows.* Sup.

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((open)) *stern is in the kitchen doing some late night snacking*

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Nice! Here… *Stern takes a few steps back, then runs head on towards the wall. He launches himself, claws digging into the stone, and scrambles into the window beside Blu’s.* Shit- broke a nail.

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*All this talk of meat makes Stern more willing to celebrate.* Drenched in A1 sauce…

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*Stern rounds the hall corner, trying not to look too eager. When he spots Cain, he grins, and whistles to get his attention.*

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*Stern opens the door. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black plaid pajama pants, because what other color WOULD he wear??* That was quick. *He steps aside to let Cain in.* You always come that fast?

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