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Valerian chuckles, lifting the hat off his head and smoothing out his curls in the process. It was a practiced move, one he committed to without thought as he spoke,

"Lots of people need fixin' up. If I were to find me someone who...I was over the moon for, it's my duty to help 'em. To love 'em."

Valerian looked away for a moment, swallowing down the disgusting bile of memories he'd rather forget. He cleared his throat for a moment, and he finally smiled,

"I just don't think anyone's really too far gone from love."

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Peter raised his eyebrows, surprised at the phrasing of such a question. He coughed, his hand running through the scruff that colored his chiseled jaw, and face, "If the dedication to change is there, then...yeah, I would. You could love somebody or like somebody enough with all your heart and soul, but that doesn't mean that they're ready for something like that."

Peter smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes,

"As much as I admire Val's optimism that enough love and acceptance could fix somebody, people get ruined when you think you can fix a whole person by themselves. It'd be hard. 'Be real hard."

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Rosalie smiles, her answer coming to her lips before she could even blink,

"Of course I would! If I liked 'em quite a bit, why wouldn't I? You have to like their flaws to accept them, and everybody has flaws. Everybody."

She held her wide, kind grin as her mind drifted to her mother, a wave of memories that suddenly made her eyes turn icy, and cold.

"And most of the time, people's flaws are worth lovin' em over. Most of the time."

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Ophelia frowns, her hand going toward her feathered chest, her fingertips dancing along the edges of her crimson feathers. After a long silence, she shakes her head,

"No. I don't find myself wanting a relationship to begin with. But, having a partner with lots of problems? Disastrous."

She says nothing more, sealing her lips into a tight line. There was a droop to her shoulders, however, something to suggest you that there was more to what she was saying- something you don't think you'd be finding out too soon.

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Thane doesn't flinch or blink, instead he meets your gaze as serious and deathly still as he ever does. It's hard to tell just what precisely he's thinking, but he saves you the time but sighing,

"It's a stupid question, you know. It ain't whether or not I'd date 'em, but whether or not I'd be able to handle their bullshit." "When you like 'em- love 'em, even, that ain't ever going to be enough to fix what's up here," He points to his skull, "and in here," he motions toward his heart,

"love don't fix everything."

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Sergio bites his lip before shaking his head, unable to conceal the displeasure in his face,

"My parents were the epitome of "fixer-uppers", and together they made the most fantastical duo of pain and agony one could accomplish with a family. No. Absolutely not. I may well like you, but if you're a mess?"

He scoffs, and you could tell there was nothing but pain behind the reaction,

"I wouldn't have fallen for you in the first place."

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Javier said nothing at first, a flash of pain crossing his eyes before he attempted to put on his best smile. He flashed his pearly-white teeth expertly, attempting to sound unbothered by the question,

"Define 'fixer-upper?' Do they drink? Smoke? Have killed people? Kicked puppies?"

"If I liked 'em enough to date 'em, then I'd date 'em. Love and liking and- and supporting your partner ain't gotta be hard."

He swallows, his voice strained, as if he was attempting to convince himself of something he said. You weren't sure as to what.

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???? blinks. It's almost cold, mechanical. They seem to pause for a moment, debating as to what they should say- or ask.