Name: Ace Thatcher - Age: 20 Home: York, UK - House: Rubiini "You see what power is - holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them!"
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"Since when should you care? Who the fuck listens to that shit anyways?"
Ugh!
"Ugh," She sighed and put a smile on her face. "Sorry, I’m just a little pissed off about that opinion stuff going around."
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"That's no fun." He mumbled and dodged the last coin. "Why? Weren't you glad to see me?"
Ugh!
She threw her last coin at him and narrowed her eyes. “Okay, gross. Definitely didn’t need to know that. And…we’re gonna keep it that way.”
"Anyways…what brings you around here, Ace?"
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He raised his arm quickly to block the coins from hitting his face, chuckling as she threw them. "I don't really know that either.This is the longest I've gone with knowing a girl without sleeping with her."

Ugh!
She grabbed the closest thing she could find, which happened to be a few coins, and threw them at him and trying not to smile. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you, Ace.”

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"I wasn't aware of that we had good days. I'm pleased to hear it though."

Ugh!
"Occasionally," she said. "On good days."

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"Do you ever like me?"
Ugh!
Amanda narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like you today.”
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It's not sass if it's true, dear.

Ugh!
Okay, I don’t need your sass, Ace.

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You're not?

Ugh!
"I am not overly dependent on people.” She paced back and forth in the hallway, her arms crossed in front of her.

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Lucas was always a very quiet child but when he was three, his mother took him to a kennel in town and he spend half an hour speaking, barely coherent, sentences to a heap of puppies.
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oh come on Acy, don't pretend. we all know that you know what I meant. xoxo
I don’t. What I do know is that I very much dislike that nickname.

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so it goes hoes before bros for ya, huh?
I genuinely have no fucking clue what you’re on about.

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You're right. *He paused for a second and just looked at her. Then he slowly walked up to her side, placed a light hand easily on the curve of her waist and leaned in to give her a barely-there kiss on the cheek.* I won't see you around then. *He said quietly before retreating and continuing down the road back towards the mansion.*
Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t that your area of expertise?
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Not necessarily. You've managed to avoid me before.
It’s rather inevitable, isn’t it?
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So you want to see me? *He smirked.*
I never said that.
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Alright then. *He looked at her for a moment before taking a step back.* You know. It was just lovely catching up but I'm gonna leave you to your misery.
I’ve been well. I’ve had nothing to do. But I guess that’s just how it is.
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Alright I suppose. Haven't been here for a while. You?
Oh…Uh. Well, uh…How have you been? Aside from, you know…people.
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So you prefer not to see me then?
I guess we’re not. *Charlie kept her eyes on Ace for a moment, feeling how the fact that he used her nickname get to her more than she wished it would* But I suppose that even though Potenia is big, it’s not that big. You got to run into someone you’d prefer not to, sooner or later. *she said letting her eyes drift to the ground*
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