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47 lines
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# Ice Cream Store
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- Miles Prower
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- Silver Blure
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> *Silver and Miles are sitting at a table, next to each other. They both have vanilla cups with sprinkles and Generic Name Brand Cinnamon Squares atop the mounds of cold. They're having a chat about love and... relationships.*
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### Silver Blure
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> "So like... how *do* you like being treated in a relationship-?"
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### Miles Prower
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> "uhh... i'm not sure. just... uhh. don't be a jerk? i guess?"
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### Silver Blure
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> "Of course, dude. No matter what, I'll let ya keep yer dignity."
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### Miles Prower
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> "thanks, Silv... y'know, you're a really great dude. that makes me happy."
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### Silver Blure
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> "Aww... Ditto, Miles. I like you cus you're just so sweet."
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### Miles Prower
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> "hah- okay, then. love you too, man."
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> *Silver and Miles look at each other. Miles gets flustered, looking directly into Silver's eyes. He looks away, blushing profusely. Silver takes notice, chuckling a little as he pats Miles' head.*
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### Silver Blure
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> *Silver sighs.* "D'ya wanna take this to my house? It's not too far."
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### Miles Prower
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> "of course it's not too far, you live in the most urban place I know."
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### Silver Blure
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> "Haha... yeah."
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> *They both get up, taking their ice cream with them on the road. They exit the shop, heading almost immediately in the direction of Silver's house.*
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