( * amused chuckle, his arms dropping for his thumbs to hang at the pockets of his jeans. ) well, fightin' in rings since you were seventeen tends to bring in more cash than you know what to do with.
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type? mm, yeah, i definitely have a thing for my overworked co-workers. ( * snickers, crossing his large arms in front of his chest. )
well, i got my bar, but not sure if that's really your style. could give ya the v.i.p sectionโ
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( * another laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. ) vampire? damn, guess ya really do have me beat on shitty shifts. ( * shifting large weight against the leg press. ) but did'ja come here to pout or did'ja need a spotter?
( * an amused laugh erupts from his throat, rumbling in his chest. ) the night shift? yea, i get that. nights should be for partyin'โdrinkin'. not work. it's like, uh, what's it called again? oh, homework! ( * tail wagging. ) +













