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Break Up, Make Up, Repeat [Invite] Mar 18, 2021 20:26:47 GMT -5

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Post by Cassidy on Mar 18, 2021 20:26:47 GMT -5

PL; 5,000

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In contrast to the somewhat predictable situation that Acerola found herself in just outside of her former other's door, Cassidy Cerrone, for the first time in a while, had actually allowed himself to sleep in a few hours past his usual get-up and at em time. Normally, he was quite the early bird- perhaps a habit leftover from the hundreds of training camps he had worked himself through during the heights of his MMA career. Cassidy, in regular circumstances, would be up at the crack of dawn, and after getting all dressed, he'd head over to the BMF Ranch, and break out of his morning slump with a few laps around the building all nice and easy-like before eventually returning to his actual house a few hundred or so yards away for a filling breakfast.

However, the last mercenary hit he was out of town on took a bit of a toll on him. Not that he was sick or anything, he wasn't that old now, but it was much more physically demanding than he had originally thought it was going to be. The old cowboy didn't prepare correctly for such a hit, and afterward, his body sure gave him Hell for it. A rookie mistake on his part, was always better to be overprepared rather than any form of under.

So, he made sure that the day he came home and that the following day after was cleared schedule wise, just so that he'd be able to regain his bearings and warm himself back to peak performance again before taking another job that could potentially take him to the limit and then some. While he liked those types of jobs the most, Cassidy would much prefer if he was actually around long enough to get his fill of them.

The Cowboy Cerrone dying on a nameless planet somewhere to some low-life lackee of a rando mob boss did not sound appealing at all.

And so, the weathered warrior was content on waiting for his body to wake himself up whenever, whether that be mid morning or early afternoon. At least, he would have been if he wasn't woken up by the sounds of a familiar sounding voice beckoning outside of his bedroom window.

Getting up with a groan, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes, his senses very much dulled by the sudden interruption of his beauty sleep- it didn't take all that long for him to recognize exactly who was making such a ruckus this early in the morning right outside of his here property. Stumbling to his feet, although not in much of a hurry, Cassidy threw on himself a loose fitting white t-shirt from the dark innards of his closet, making sure to check he had at least some boxers on before walking out of his room and ambling down the stairs right to his front door.

He opened it just as Acerola finished her last idea of a potential greeting to her ex, managing to slip a sleepy smile on the stockman as he stared her down with his patented Cowboy smolder. Though, considering he did have a few bruises and cuts here and there, he wasn't exactly sure how good he looked while doing it.

Shockingly enough, though, Cowboy was still reeling from being awoken so prematurely, and so his mind didn't have the strength to muster up a fine enough quip for him to use, so the usually smooth talking southerner said simply, whilst trying to stifle a yawn, "Ace, is that you? Well, I'll be- I wasn't expectin' any visitors for a while, least of all you. Not that that's a bad thing of course."

Oct 23, 2024 12:26:15 GMT -5 Mister Steel: Chomei's estate is vast, and marriage into the family can only benefit Marimba with access to cattle, pasture land, and much grain to feed his armies.

Post by Acerola on Mar 18, 2021 18:49:15 GMT -5

Post by Cassidy on Mar 18, 2021 20:26:47 GMT -5

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