Futureknight: Crying for Love (In the Basement Training Area)

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Porthos kicked at a dummy used for wrestling, glaring and hating it with every ounce of his being.

"Stupid... undercover scheme... imposter, poser, FAKE," he snarled, punching at it, taking his drunken frustration at not having seen his love in so long. He hated it. He hated everybody here that were foiling his attempts to go see Brenda again. He hated...... no. He loved Brenda. He missed her, needed her.

Didn't stop him from being mad at her, though.

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He nodded back, then looked at Brenda and kissed her knuckles. "But you've fared well, these past months?"

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"Yes." Those icey eyes looked up at him from under her lashes.

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"Haven't done anything stupid, have you?" he said, worried for her.

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She smirked. "I don't do stupid."

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"Risky?" he looked at her. "Besides the entire mission, I mean."

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Her only reply was a sigh. She'd fallen asleep with the smirk still in place and her hand gripping his firmly.

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He watched her, frowning, then sat and lay his head on her bed, praying for an argument that would make his love give up her buisness. Midprayer he sagged, knowing it was useless, and instead focused on asking for her to be kept safe.