Trop.exe
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- Posted: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 16:44:14 +0000
Turning his back to her, Noah lifted his feet from the gravel path, walking along, sinking in and out with each step. "..." Remaining calm, Noah had not had someone approach him for many years about training, and was in no way prepared to train an individual. "Oh are you a musician, but I do not see an instrument, perhaps you're a street performer?" Letting out an excited gasp as he spoke the latter of the two, Noah withdrew a yo-yo, and strung it around his finger, letting it drop from his hand and begin to spin. Stopping to focus on the image of the spinning yo-yo, Noah spoke quietly, turning his head over his shoulder. "Noah, Noah Akhilles, a name worth forgetting, and I am no squirt."
Turning his head back down to the yo-yo he continued to watch it spin for some thirty seconds more before returning it up to his hand. "Sometimes, somethings are best left unanswered and discovered for oneself." Carrying up the path, Noah made his way past his chair, picking the lemonade up and entered his shack, leaving the door open. "Do come inside, it is going to rain tonight, and I would feel quite horrible if I left a woman outside."
Turning his head back down to the yo-yo he continued to watch it spin for some thirty seconds more before returning it up to his hand. "Sometimes, somethings are best left unanswered and discovered for oneself." Carrying up the path, Noah made his way past his chair, picking the lemonade up and entered his shack, leaving the door open. "Do come inside, it is going to rain tonight, and I would feel quite horrible if I left a woman outside."