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ic// Ke shrugged and banged it back.
Clara blinked, 'Interesting. I'm in Mechanics and Automotive classes at school. I'm interested in making robotics or artificial life ... that's the only way we could save Rilini, I made him an artificial heart, believe it or not' she hummed.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Cool, I wish I had your brain." Mallory tapped her head with a sneer. "Than I would actually get along with my mum, he's too smart and too good at his job, I want to become Lucifier, but when he sprouts off these ideas I can't follow!" She complained.
"Let's go. He'll be out soon." Ian deadpanned standing up and brushed off his swim suit. "See you later, b-tches." Francis yelled walking towards the condo.
[Francis and Ian, the dynamic duo!][/size]
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ic// Ke was too busy with trying to keep himself upright, woozy already
Clara looked over, 'Oh my god ... help me wake him up when he falls asleep?' she asked, looking at Mallory, coughing slightly
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[size=11pt]IC: "Mum, seriously!" Mallory yelled looking at Anthony who had headphones in reading a book without consent. "He looks really drunk." Mallory gasped grabbing Ketone's shoulders.[/size]
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ic// 'I think they mixed the drinks ...' She trailed off, supporting Me, 'Oh and here he goes!' She yelped, holding him up as he lost consciousness.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Papa!" Mallory shouted pushing on Anthony's shoulder making the ear phones fell out. She started yelling in rapid Spanish holding the cup Ketone drank from and Anthony responded in calm Spanish looking it over. "Looks like Vodka, Wine, and the date r-pe drug." He smiled handing the cup back and Mallory freaked out. [/size]
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ic// Clara watched them speaking and pulled a face, somehow managing to get her father's weight on her back, walking towards the ocean, splashing into the shallows and flopped him down, splashing water on him, 'C'mon, wake up' she grit out in Italian.
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[size=11pt]IC: "You acting like he's poisoned, he's just extremely drunk, like pouring vodka in your eyes~" Anthony laughed rolling his eyes putting the headphones back in. "My family should burn in Hell!" Mallory yelled and Anthony smiled giving her the birdie and going back to his book[/size]
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ic// Clara for the most part ignored them, eventually getting him awake and he instantly let out a low groan, 'F-ck, my head, what the hell did I drink.' 'Wouldn't know but you're in the shallows' she grumbled and hauled him up, helping him onto the beach and gave him a hat and set up a small area for him, the male turning into his wolf form, the hat flopping over his face and ears, tail over his nose, head on his paws.
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[size=11pt]IC: "He drank a toxic date r-pe drug that can't be seen, smelled, and doesn't have any taste. That baby was made by me on accident and given to Ian or on total accident, I never wanted to be a bar tender ever again!" Anthony chimed taking a sip of the drink Ian left which was just normal ginger ale.[/size]
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ic// 'toxic?' she cried, looking at the wolf who looked back, already working on trying to bring the drink back up at his words. Her nose crinkled as he succeeded, having disappeared into brush along the beach, returning to the shady area he laid in.
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[size=11pt]IC: "It won't kill you, it just makes you super drunk for a while so your husband could sneak out and relax without anyone else." Anthony informed [/size]
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ic// 'would've been easier to tell me that' he puffed, paws on his muzzle now. clara ran her fingers through his fur, scratching behind his ear and he tilted his head, leaning into the scratching, tail thumping against the sand.
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[size=11pt]IC: "It's the only fun I have to be honest." Anthony laughed and Mallory sighed sitting back down in her chair.[/size]
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ic// ke chuckled deep in his throat, shifting over as clara settled at his side, shifting into her wolf form, mismatched eyes focused on the sea. he began to rasp his tongue between her ears and she rolled her head back against his, whining in a plaintive way
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[size=11pt]IC: "Where did they go anyways?" Mallory asked and Anthony huffed. "Probably to really get drunk." He provided an answer and she sighed at that. [/size]
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ic// clara closed her eyes, feigning sleep, finally unable to get comfortable she whined and nuzzled her sleeping father, standing up and stretched out her legs, taking off across the beach, slowing as she reached a place out of view and sat down after walking further on, bringing her knees to her chest, thinking. was she interested in mallory, or was she just reacting positively to her flirting.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Where did Clara run off too?" Mallory asked and all Anthony did was hum to the song he was listening too while turning a page of his book. "Humph, he's ignoring me." She grumbled.[/size]
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ic// resting her head on her knees she watched couples walk by, hand in hand. she got up, something hurting deep inside, the teen frowning and picked up her satchel, returning to the family's condo a different direction, sneaking in long enough to change and get her wallet, slipping out again, wandering around, ear buds in, wearing jean shorts and a band t-shirt, listening to heavy metal, hair swept over her shades, hair curling to cover the violet eye, hands in her pockets.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Clara, why aren't you with your father?" Francis appeared crossing his arms. He smelled faintly of alcohol, but he was sh-t-faced drunk. Ian was off by the building leaning against it with a cold glare.[/size]