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Oh... it's that easy? *Sighs.* Well... *checks the time.* Damn! Krys! It's time to go!
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Who else know what?
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*Waves at her.* Hi! *Smiles like an idiot.*
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But... *Smiles and tries to stop from jumping up and down like a little boy on Christmas.* We're having a kid. My God, we're having a kid!
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I didn't hear you complaining. *Smiles.*
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OOC: It's the satisfied kind of sigh... that or the sigh of air escaping a mental break down from emotional overload.
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Oh... oh God. *Hugs her tighter.* We're gonna have a family. *Sighs.*
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*Blinks.* Oh... Oh. *Walks over and wraps his arms around her from behind.*
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Uhm, yeah. I do. *Tilts his head.*
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Get where? *They get to the table, where he left his sandwich and hers.*
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Jean: Well... I think... *He frowns.* Jean: Hmm... I really can't think of anything right now. Oh wait, you get distracted by me. *He smiles.* Jean: Guess I shouldn't be your coach anymore.
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*Walks with her to where he left his sandwich.* And?
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Jean: Well, it helped me realize that I shouldn't ever TRIBBLE her off. *He smiles as he finishes.* Jean: There, all done.
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See you, Vice Admiral. Most likely. Actually, probably not. *Shrugs.* Anyway, I believe we have somewhere to be as well. *Takes Jade's hand.*
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Jean: Should be stopping that pretty soon. *He starts on her cuts and bruises.* Jean: Between you and me, did you let her win? *He raises an eyebrow, smiling.*
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Jean: Mornin' Sleeping F*cked up. How are you? *He starts working on her multiple injuries, starting with the most serious.*
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Jean: You beat her TRIBBLE, baby. *He smiles at her as he finishes, then moves over to Tara.*
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No, I am not. *He smiles.* And neither is the version of you that I know.
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*He kisses her forehead.* Jean: Great, Belle, just great. *He starts on her injuries.*
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I'm ambassador for the Intergalaktische
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*Jean hops over the ropes with a Med kit.* Jean: Okay Belle, lay down. I'll get you first then Tara.
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*Spins it around, then points it at Worffan.* Hmm... Vader's. Not my favorite Sith, but he had a certain utilitarian flair that I liked. *Deactivates it and puts it away.* Thanks. It's nice. *Looks at Vice Admiral Greymane.* By the way, I'm Ambassador Prinz Kuntel Jade-von Habsburg.
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*Raises an eyebrow, then turns the cylinder around, finds the opening hatch, and opens it.*
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*He blinks.* Jean: Uh... *He tilts his head, watching Tara A without being obvious.* Jean: She's breathing heavily through her mouth, bleeding a bit from her nose. You might have broke it a bit... she's favoring her right foot a bit, you might of hurt her left when you blocked her kick earlier... *He realizes he's doing…
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*Looks at the object... then chuckles at the lycan's joke.* Good one, Captain Greymane.
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Jean, lowering his voice: A'course, belle. You enjoying yours? *He raises an eyebrow, flexing an arm. Of course, he's got a smile a mile wide, showing he's joking.*
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*Walks up behind Jade.* I heard him from across the station... need me to slap some sense into him?
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Jean: Great! I'd kiss you if it wouldn't block your air stream. *He takes off his shirt, showing some mild muscle tone, and uses it to wipe her face for her.*
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Jean: Come on, Clara! You could beat her with a hand tied behind your back! *He starts leaning into the ring, trying to get a better view.*
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*He smiles wide.* Jean-Luc: 'Kay, Belle, now beat her and make me eat my words.