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OOC;

nope. not staying on this account tonight, I'll be over on Nate. buhbye.

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"Hush, we forget about that and never say it in ear shot of dad, aye?"

"It’s fact the Pitcairn children cause more trouble than me and John. Fact I tell you."

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"It's fact the Pitcairn children cause more trouble than me and John. Fact I tell you."

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[ *Bursts in through door* I heard someone was talking shit to you ]

(( mY FRIENDS ARE AWESOME, YES THEY ARE. ))

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"I have the evening off. How much whiskey do you have?"

"Two bottles and a half that I confiscated from dad."

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[[Someone gave you hate????? With!]]

(( Yeah, already asdfghk ))

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"Fuck ya' all anyway, I'm goin' to go sleep on a roof somewhere."

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"Me and John both love our father, speak like 'im like that again and ya' will be 'anging from your fucking neck, do I make myself clear?" Martin gave a low growl, then simply turned.

"Haha yeah. Wouldn’t even be surprised. Like how yoer just like his father… Punch ‘m in his fuckin’ ugly face the next time ya see him, mate…"

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I can already tell Martin is going to be universally despised by everyone he talks to.

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"It's short for petal, like on a flower, I was complimentin' ya'. Fucks sake."

Flavia froze and glared back at him. “Do not call me pet.” She hissed.

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Hickey frowned, keeping his tone the same despite the insult, "Bloody 'ell, I wasn't sayin' anythin' against ya', maybe my brother just doesn't like me, no need to be a fucking twat."

"Shut up, guess I’m a special snowflake then when I’m even allowed to stay at his place whenever I want, fucker?!"

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The young man simply rolled his eyes, "Wotever, pet."

"I have better things to do that speak with you." The teen muttered, beginning to walk off in the opposite direction.

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Martin lifted his arms, "'Ey, don't take my word for it, but 'e doesn't even like bein' associated with me when 'e's around the other bigwigs."

Fillan fell silent for a moment, flashing at the other man in front of him.

"What do you mean…? His my friend, my best friend, he said that!"

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On that comment Martin's smile dropped, his brows furrowing, "Heh, sweet'eart, women typically give me wot I want, can't blame a man for tryin'."

She rolled her eyes. “If you think that’s cute, it isn’t. It’s rather disgusting that you think that of a woman you’ve only just met.”

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"Aw, shame, ya' looked like ya' could be fun."

"Not the services you’re thinking of." She stated, tucking a curl behind her ear.

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Martin lifted his brow, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Ya' know my brother, eh? Didn't think he liked to associate with the poor."

"Hah —And I thought John would tell a lot about me! Well not to his family I see?"

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"Oh? And wot services do ya' provide?" Martin smirked, with an air of arrogence about him.

"Flavia Auditore Da Toscana, at your service."