TRIBBLE: Sari... Me: His girlfriend. TRIBBLE: She was more than a girlfriend! I was going to marry her... *Blanches.* Me: You're only seventeen! TRIBBLE: Well it doesn'y matter now, does it!? *Frowns, looking sorry.*
*Grits teeth as he sets his bones back into position with one quick motion.* There is if DTI is an official faction/department of the Federation and under their protection. Not to mention they probably have a better control of temporal transportation than you. Meaning, they have a lot better tech. Meaning, your Mongolian…
*Stands up, brushes shirt nonchalantly, then punches Worffan in the face.* ARE YOU A F*CKING IDIOT?! THERE IS IN NO WAY POSSIBLE FOR THEM TO 'DELETE' YOU! AND IF THERE WAS YOU"D BE GONE BY NOW!
TRIBBLE: I feel like I should but.... I feel like they'd want to relax for a while before seeing me. *Hangs head.* *** This is why I went into virology; temporal stuff is too confusing...
OOC: Sorry, bad stuff today. That shoe stealing comment was true, and I've been pissed all day about it. *Nods.* And... I have no explanation why future mw wouldn't be running through Temporal walls to find his son. Along with half the AHE force... *Sighs and hugs her tighter.* God, I'm tired...
It's actually... comforting. Somehow. I don't know, but it is. And exciting, and scary I can't really pin down one emotion... *Puts an arm around her.* Besides my usual love for you... *Smiles.*
Oh fine... but I will do it later. *Puts her down gently.* I'm sorry. I was just trying to... hmm, what was I trying to do? *Shrugs.* Anyway, let's get to the room. *Starts walking there.*