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(Sorry I've been off so long, it's been rough with Christmas and camp and everything)"But Nashton!" Taylor whined teasingly, following him,"You should cool every night because you love me so. Don't you agree?" She held open the door for him.
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"Oh really? It's not that much of a surprise to me. You can act much older than me sometimes. It makes me feel like a child." She scratched the back of her neck and looked up at him with a small smile,"You don't mind if I'm not quite as wise as you, do you? I hope you don't. I tend to get sidetracked easily... Is that a bad thing?" She pushed her glasses back up her nose, trying to focus on their present conversation,"As for research, I'm not exactly sure I'm the most qualified for the job. Research preformed on yourself always seems to get incorrect results because you effect the output. You wouldn't happen to know another person that's qualified for that type of work?"
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Half an hour later, Aesacus was ready to go. His hair had been clipped down to a length that the hairdresser had deemed 'very appropriate for this time period'. Personally Aesacus found it rather odd, but he hadn't been out of this compound in twenty five years. Maybe things had changed since the early nineties. His extensive beard had also been trimmed down to nothingness. Poor beard. His clean-shaven face made him feel like a baby. Apparently Axel also found his change rather astonishing because when Aesacus arrived at his office, Axel gave him a small nod of approval,"Back to the twenty first century, I see. Thank you for not, you know, impaling your hairdresser or something of the like." Aesacus gave him a small nod, obviously not aware this was meant to be sarcasm,"I try not to kill people on weekdays. Weekdays already hard enough."
"You forget Taylor, I already cook every night for the alphas. Since Luce left with Jason, that's my job, now." Nashton reminded gently. He grinned at her as she opened the door for him. He liked that about her, she wasn't a traditionalist. "Thank you maam." He said with a cowboy like draw.
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Orson twirled with everything he had. His mate was always doubting herself. He smiled as he turned his full attention upon his little Kristen. "I'm sure your credentials and qualifications for quite exemplary to work for Markus in his Menagerie. Why know do you think so less of your abilities? " he countered patiently.
"It couldn't hurt just to cook a liiiiitle bit more, could it?" She begged, but made sure to keep her joking attitude in check. Jokes involving Luce being gone were never his favorite. "Anything for you, sir." She tried to imitate the same drawl, but it didn't work out very well. When they both exited the building, Taylor walked alongside him.
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His twirl sent a happy shiver down her spine, but she wouldn't give in quite so easily,"Of course I'm qualified! I should've gotten a much better job than a handler. I graduated,with a double major in bio and statistical mathematics, and I got this close to getting my doctorate in bio." She held up a pair of pinched fingers. "But you know, my mom died and I didn't really have the will or the money to continue. I tried to track down my dad to see if he could help pay, but he had been gone for a while..." Her tone trailed off a bit. "But yeah. I'm not a doctor. I don't want to be fooling around with things I don't understand."