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(( Haha, is it good? ))

"Yeah, sorry about that." I said, chuckling, backing up and grinning at her. "It's good that you decided to stop and take up, ah... what's it called? Whittling?"

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~Yeah. Well, for me it is, but there's alot of vulgar profanity and alot of sexual content.

I look down at my hands, "Um yeah. That's what it's called." I tell him. "But if I had stopped what I was doing before, I wouldn't have come across this." I explain holding the items in my hand. It was actually a nasty habit, the warden said so. It was very... what do you call it? Oh yeah, it was very unlady-like.

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"That woulda' been a shame, you're actually pretty good at this. It's also a pretty cool hobby." A smile. "I dunno, I don't really have any hobbies. I play football, when I'm not in camp that is. Don't really have time for football here. And oh yeah, I like plants. A lot. Like, that creepy Demeter way." I said, laughing.

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I roll my eyes, flattered. "I'm not that good." I point out. Not as good as Cole, that's probably because he has all this free time. I'm always so busy doing...things.

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(( Sorry I might not reply for a while, ROLE PLAYING HIATUS. [Cursed Inspiration for leaving me] ))

"You're pretty good, just being modest." He said, grinning and mussing his own hair. "Is it hard? It looks hard. I probably don't have the patience for it. Would probably end up getting fed up with the small details and just smashing the soap into pieces in my frustration." Felix admitted, chuckling a bit abashedly as he realized what he had just said was painfully truthful.

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I give him a chuckle, "You can try it if you want." I hold the materials out into his face. I wish someone approached me with whittling like this. A small innocent gesture. But instead it had be through a reason to get me to do drugs and steal stuff.

I held my bar of soap and my dagger in one hand while I remove a strand of hair away from my face.

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"Ah, no thanks. Too delicate for my tastes." I said, holding up my hands and backing away a bit more. Whittling didn't look like my type of hobby, but I was perfectly fine with watching other people do it. I was more of an.. athlete? Something of the sort. I preferred sports. Specifically, football. Or hockey. Or running. Anything really.

"How long have you been whittling?"

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