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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
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- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
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- Advanced
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- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
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- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
Ronin snorted softly to her words, but didn't dissuade them, merely nodding. "You're right and wrong, and yet not right or wrong all at once. I suppose it depends, in this case, on how you view the world, Anya. I, for one, agree that some things needed to be done slowly, appreciated more and I do believe exercise is very important and more people should do it, but if it hadn't been for speed and the belief that things needed to be easier and constantly better, I wouldn't have the machine I do."
The dark-haired male raised a brow. "And you wouldn't be here. I wouldn't like either of those realities."
His pale green eyes left her then, looking out the window and Ronin blew his shaggy hair out of his eyes, groaning under his breath. "That said, I don't like cars. Never have."
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Nearly an hour later the taxi dropped them off at the airport and Ronin looked to Anya, about to speak, when the sound of a plane overhead made him look up with a grin and he spoke without looking away from it. "That, Miss Anya, is a plane. A 747 if I am not mistaken. One of the bigger ones."
He looked back at her then, still grinning and gaze alight with amused mirth. "Want to see one closer up?"
The dark-haired male raised a brow. "And you wouldn't be here. I wouldn't like either of those realities."
His pale green eyes left her then, looking out the window and Ronin blew his shaggy hair out of his eyes, groaning under his breath. "That said, I don't like cars. Never have."
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Nearly an hour later the taxi dropped them off at the airport and Ronin looked to Anya, about to speak, when the sound of a plane overhead made him look up with a grin and he spoke without looking away from it. "That, Miss Anya, is a plane. A 747 if I am not mistaken. One of the bigger ones."
He looked back at her then, still grinning and gaze alight with amused mirth. "Want to see one closer up?"