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Blythe listened to why he didn't want to take the amulet off. She had to go over his words in her mind a few times, because she was a bit surprised with his reaction. It seemed she had made a mistake, "To be honest, I haven't had extended conversations with none-force sensitives in years." There was a reason she said this, "I guess I didn't realize it would seem as though I would just go ahead and forcefully dig around in your head. And I wont try to explain what I actually meant by wanting to feel you through the force - obviously you're not overly-interested in that kind of thing." After she finished, she started to think about something, would she have read his mind if she had gotten the chance? Perhaps...no, most likely. Now she wanted too. Deep down she felt guilty after these thoughts, but didn't allow herself to show it.
"Monument Plaza actually sounds interesting. I'll make sure to put time aside to study about it." It was just one of those kind of answers, you know, the kind that was just simply that, and not over thought out.
Deacon had offered a team, but Blythe knew better then to just accept an offer like that out of the blue, "I'll think about it. You're here often, yes? So I could just stop by, some day, and see if your here." This was a start to her saying good bye to him, she wanted to thank him properly before just darting out. It was starting to feel as though it was the perfect time to leave. He had hurt her in a way, now she him, or so it seemed like it to her, by the way he had gotten defensive over her request. Clearly, she wasn't sure if she was willing to risk the possibility of stepping on his toes by mistake once again.
She shook her head when he asked about her drink, "I think I'll call it a night." With only a bit of force, she used her hand to push her plate to the side. Blythe leaned forward, and reached out across the table. Hopefully she could put her hand down at the back of Deacon's hand. Her thin wrist would be exposed, though, because of the awkward position she'd put herself in it would pull back her sleeve.
If she was successful she'd stay in that position and look up to give him a light-hearted smile for the last time. "Thanks for everything." It was a simple thanks, but she didn't know any better way to say it, "Good bye, Deacon."
"Monument Plaza actually sounds interesting. I'll make sure to put time aside to study about it." It was just one of those kind of answers, you know, the kind that was just simply that, and not over thought out.
Deacon had offered a team, but Blythe knew better then to just accept an offer like that out of the blue, "I'll think about it. You're here often, yes? So I could just stop by, some day, and see if your here." This was a start to her saying good bye to him, she wanted to thank him properly before just darting out. It was starting to feel as though it was the perfect time to leave. He had hurt her in a way, now she him, or so it seemed like it to her, by the way he had gotten defensive over her request. Clearly, she wasn't sure if she was willing to risk the possibility of stepping on his toes by mistake once again.
She shook her head when he asked about her drink, "I think I'll call it a night." With only a bit of force, she used her hand to push her plate to the side. Blythe leaned forward, and reached out across the table. Hopefully she could put her hand down at the back of Deacon's hand. Her thin wrist would be exposed, though, because of the awkward position she'd put herself in it would pull back her sleeve.
If she was successful she'd stay in that position and look up to give him a light-hearted smile for the last time. "Thanks for everything." It was a simple thanks, but she didn't know any better way to say it, "Good bye, Deacon."
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