by MillietheWarrior » 03/14/2010 2:00 PM
Balia felt her cheeks light up in embarrassment at the gaggle of ladies who had stopped to stare at them,. She shielded her face from view, wishing her hair wasn’t so memorable, and Shukur wasn’t a Mando; who forgot a sight like this? No doubt she’d hear about it again if she ever came into town for lunch. She shot Shukur a scathing look, lips pursed angrily. She folded her arms across her chest, but true to her nature, she couldn’t just ignore him; he was continually frustrating and infuriating her. He didn’t seem to be good at doing anything else. He seemed to know how to push all the right buttons with the young geneticist, and he was using it to his full advantage.
Even now, her cheeks had lit up with barely suppressed anger, knowing that showing up like this at the base would be more embarrassing than being seen by those old ladies. “As if your anything but a common thug. You must be delusional if you think anyone would find you ‘dashing,’ or ‘handsome'; more like barbaric and annoying.” She snorted crossly, eyes glaring up at him with annoyance. She sighed in defeat, though it was clear from the way she wriggled angrily in his arms that she still wasn’t happy. “I’m here to help these men. We’re working on a cure for their advanced aging…and I’m here to study genes and genetics and how they affect the carrier and the offspring of those that carry them.”
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Last bumped by MillietheWarrior on 03/14/2010 2:00 PM.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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