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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:20 pm
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Adrian DarcyThis whole time, Adrian had been staring out a window, a bit unable to believe that some kid had stolen his date. Oh well, not the first time. Turning his gaze back to them, he chuckled. "Thank you for acknowledging my existence," said the Scottish boy. "And thank you for forgetting that, technically, I'm as foreign as Frenchie here. Only difference is that people hear his accent and think "what I wouldn't give to bone him". People hear mine, and all I get is "do you think he plays golf?" I don't, by the way. I'm no good at golf." Turning his gaze to the young man, he sighed. "And you. Enough with insulting me. It's ungentlemanly to insult another man in front of a lady like Miss Foster, as you should know. Unless, of course, your breeding has taught you otherwise. I hope you remember all your little quips and sentences directed against my character and manner when I talk to my good friend and former sister-in-law, Miss Kiyaka Mayazaki."
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