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"Maybe you need someone that can cool you down," Momo declared, somewhat bluntly. He was, of course, suggesting that his current companion find a lover of some sort.
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Ratchet looked at the kid with a grunt, "Who the hell gave you permission to talk..." he huffed sending a glare at the boy.
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Momo folded his arms across his chest. "I don't need anyone's permission to talk," he retorted, returning that glare. He was a feisty young man, and it was quite hard for anyone at all to control him.
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Ratchet growled at the boy, as he looked at him. He was so defiant. It angered him, but also reminded Ratchet of himself. He huffed a bit and shook his head, "Whatever kid..."
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Momo made a humming sound in the back of his throat. "Fine. Whatever..." he retorted, glancing off to the side a bit. He was like Ratchet, yes, in more ways than one. But he was also, deep down, very kindhearted...
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Ratchet growled at him but sighed, "Right...well here we are..." He said looking at Tristian's door pausing for a moment as he thought then he knocked waiting for Tristian to come open the door.
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