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[h1][color=brown]"Dominic Mason"[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center][color=a187be]"Trying to fill the roll as the local Yeti?"[/color]

[b][color=brown]”You know you love my beard, Tash””[/color][/b]

Dominic enjoyed spending time with Natasha, she was someone he related to on more than just a surface level. She was one of the first people he had met when he arrived at the Best Exotic. Sometimes they would have simple lazy days just chatting, other times they would head out onto the street for a few quarters of street puck. Then again their time together was never often long as Tasha was a busy girl with all her doctoring and saving lives and all that jazz. 

[color=82ca9d]"Mornin' to ya you ol' bushel beard,"[/color] he joked as Tasha took her phone call. [color=82ca9d]"Seems you get a nicer morning from Doc Glacier than I did. All I got was a hair full of cereal,"[/color] he laughed as he pushed his chair back.

[b][color=brown]”What can I say? Girls love me, I look like a puppy”[/color][/b]
He watched as she picked up her almost constant ringing cell phone. His eyes narrowed as Tasha shot him a look. [b][color=brown]”Why are you looking at me like a piece of meat?”[/color][/b]

[color=a187be]"Hun.... I have a huge favor to ask,"[/color] she asked in the sweetest voice she could muster but it came out more timid than anything; timid was not a voice intonation that ever left Tasha's lips. [color=a187be]"Ever been spelunking? In a mine shaft?"[/color]

He didn’t know where this was going but Dom felt like he needed to comply. [b][color=brown]”Spelunking? Yeah I’m well versed in the art. What’s the matter, do you need a guide or something?”[/color][/b][/center]