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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="13f24c6c8a4fc83065c32a0dceae16da"Since Joe got knocked out Von didn't really know what to do with him, so he hessiently dragged him by the feet, moved the couch away from the window and picked him up and thrown him on it, he's lifeless head flopped over off the couch and Von had to push it back on, those it kept trying to fall off. So he had to grab the pillow off of he's bed and nugged it under Joe's head. Von looked around like someone was going to run into he's home and take him away, but of course that didn't happen. He remembered that Joe had said he had a roommate or at least someone that lived with him. Von tried and called Joe's number 2 diffrent times but no one awnsered. Von Kasier just sat on he's bed watching tv for almost half a hour, when Joe lifted he's head up and looked around. He rubbed he's face then flinched a little, he even sat up with he's legs over the couch until he looked over to the other side of the house and saw Von sitting on the bed not paying attenion to him. Joe pulled he's legs together and kept he's eyes on Von, wondering how long it would take till he looked back. Von was about to try and lay down but remembered he didn't have the pillow, then looked back at Joe and made eye contact. They didn't say anything for a second till Joe shook he's head. "Oh, bonjour." Then waved he's head at him dumely. Von throned then waved back annoyed. "What happened?" Joe sat up from the couch and nearly fell down again. "You hit your head, uh twice." "Je vois, je suis désolé." Joe rubbed he's head and looked at he's boots while Von got out of bed and groneded, pacing over to Joe with he's hands in he's pockets. "I don't know how long you where asleep, Es tut mir leid, dass ich dich fallen gelassen habe." "Huh?" Joe looked up. "I said, sorry I dropped you." "Oh! You dropped me?" Joe laughed then shook he's head. "It won't happen again, ah maybe you should watch me fight someone that isn't you." "Yeah.." Von looked into the distance. "If I can't get into one of your matches, I can maybe watch you on tv... Ich weiß es nicht." Joe shrugged then looked over to the door. "Oui, do you have work on Wednesday?" "Nein." "Mhh... Can you come then? If you can." Von nodded very quicked, then for a second he got so close he's chest touched Joe's then right after he quickly moved away from him. "I'll come." /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="d8b589f3f2605f933999789929964b88""Ok Joe!" Von Kasier said as he stood up straght. "I've told you all I can without watching you in a fight." Joe watched him put on he's boxing gloves then looked kind of wide eyed. "Oh non! But we've fought before, remember 2 times? Don't you remember?" "Ja tue ich. But I need to see it again, pay more attension." Joe's knees buckled a little though he still stood. "You mean a real fight? tout le chemin?" Von nodded then made a gloved gesture over to Joe's shirt. "You going to take that of?" Joe gave him a odd look, turning he's head sideways some. "Why do you care so much Kasier?" Von blinked a few times then scoffed, getting into a fighting pose. "Are you ready?" Joe throwned, but nodded none the less, getting into he's own brand of a fighting pose. "Get ready, Glass Joe." Glass Joe didn't like that./p
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