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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">It was more than obvious that Avarien had hit a nerve.  He didn't know how to react at first; should he make like normal and be smug about how he can annoy others so easily, or should he show a little bit of guilt about giving her such a hard time.  He hadn't made up his mind by the time she grumbled at him, which put a pause on his train of thought.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"You didn't stroke anything-"</b></span>  His mouth shut when she told him to get out, and he glared at her, completely appalled that she had treated him like that.  Of course, if he was given a moment to sit back, he'd realize he was the one at fault.  Too bad he wouldn't openly admit it, though.  With a loud snort, he stood up grabbed his tray of cold food.  With his nose prompt and in the air, even going as far as closing his eyes.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Your potatoes taste like ass."</b></span>  Turning on the heels of his boots, he started towards her door, not looking over his shoulder, and he didn't fully look anywhere until he was safely in the hall.<br/>
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With a grim sigh, Avarien started down the hall, his mind set on the deck.  It was nicer out in the fresh air than it was inside, anyway.  Plus, up there, he could have a lot more fun and get in less trouble.  Carrying his tray up both flights of stairs, he emerged into the sunlight, his eyes narrowing for a moment to get used to the change in lighting.  Because of his unfocused sight, he didn't see Switch at first, settling himself nearly five feet away from her at the side of the railing.  Grabbing his fork, he dug it into his cold potatoes, the cold giving them a little more of a hardened substance.  Lifting it, he pulled the fork back, flinging it off the side of the ship, his concentration barely influencing his aim, considering his mind was far off by now.<br/>
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In fact, it hadn't even registered in Avarien's mind that Switch was to his right until he was out of potatoes to toss.  Blinking, he glanced around, then to Switch's face.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"When'd you Houdini up here?"</b></span></li>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">《</span> <b>JASNA VON SEGUR</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">》</span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 10px"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Jasna didn't want to believe a thing that Howl was saying; as far as she was concerned, she wouldn't think those things unless she was in a desperate spot, and even then it would be slim.  What he was telling her didn't match her plan and refusal of any sexual advance from anyone on the ship, and she insisted to herself that he was spewing bullshit.  It wasn't until he said her full name that her fist unclenched, and her eye widened slightly.  Her entire body stopped for a moment, and then she took a small step back, having almost lost her balance.  The change in tone was unexpected, even though Jasna had been waiting for one of these days to be different.  She wasn't scared, but she was definitely shocked.  It left her stunned in such a way that she couldn't even start to stamper a response to him trying to order his higher up around.  All she could do was stare at him.<br/>
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When he moved his hand, she flinched.  Not backwards, in fright, but forwards, having let her self control slip a tiny bit without being aware.  Swallowing the lump that was dying to get out into a rushed breath, she took a few steps towards the chair he was currently sitting in.  Jasna didn't know why she was listening to him, he had no authority over her.  But... his voice...  She felt weak compared to the tone of that voice, and it frightened her more than anything else in this world could.  She had believed that someone could take everything that made her, her, and she'd still survive if she kept her tough act up and stable.  But Howl.  He was the first, and so far the only, to crack the mask and make her spirits cower.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Wha... what is it?"</b></span>  She struggled to hold her tone when she spoke, having stopped at the side of the chair.  Her eyes tried to focus on him like she normally would, but between the trigger he set off and the past arousal she was trying to keep controlled, giving him the finger and storming out didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon.</li>
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