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[ever since the Realignment Room, this Otacon's been hiding away in his room. He has a project he's working on, but it's obvious that's more an excuse than a reason. Idly tapping on a keyboard with one hand, the other is holding up his head while a small piece of hardware is hooked into his computer. Every once and a while, a sample voice clip comes from the little box by his elbow. But it makes him frown, trying to tweak the clip to sound more realistic. Unconsciously, he adds a bit of coding that shifts the tone and cadence to something more feminine. He shifts his hand so his fingers fall across his lips, not even noticing their state as he nibbles a little further on his index finger, reopening the wounds he had made and absently lapping at them]
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I know him pretty well. I see him every morning when I shave.
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[His hands automatically go up to defend his head.]
I like her! She's a great woman and I know she deserves better but I like making her happy!
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[Here's where we enter a gray area.]
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... how much older?
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[John relaxes a little, looks like he won't get hit yet.]
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[John glomps Hal though, a big smile on his face.]
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