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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:31 am
"Shut up! I'm trying to calm down!"
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She nods.
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"Oh well." He stands. "You won't eat then." He turns to head out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:37 am
Frown frown!
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"What's got you so mopey?"
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"A hint?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:40 am
He huddles and growls.
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"Noothing."
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"No." He exits.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:46 am
She sits and watches him.
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"What? It can't be nothing."
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Nat thinks that is lame. He picks up one of the orbs and rolls it across the floor.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:50 am
He fooocuses. He does not want to be fuzzy!
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"It can too."
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The orb rolls.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:22 pm
She watches him carefully.
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"Impossible."
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He thinks that was mighty uninteresting. He stares sulkily at the remaining orbs.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:33 pm
He growls and mutters to himself.
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"Why can't it be?"
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The orbs stare back at him. Lawl lawl.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:39 pm
"It's not that I don't like you. It's just that I don't like being followed around all the time."
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""That's not how it usually works. What's on your mind?"
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He thinks threatening them would be useless.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:46 pm
Growl.
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"Just stuff."
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It would indeed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:52 pm
"I know daddy thinks I'm make of porcelain, but if I don't want you to follow me, I really don't want you to follow me. That doesn't mean I don't want to be friends, of course."
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"Is iiit.. Matthew?"
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He contemplates eating one, but thinks that would be messy.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:54 pm
He grits his teeth and turns slightly to glare at her, still huddled in the corner.
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"He didn't do anything."
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Teehe.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:57 pm
She shakes her head. "I don't want you to hate me, Stephen. If you were, say, a cook instead of a bodyguard, we would probably get along just fine." She smiles weakly.
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"Oh, I know. But are you thinking about him?"
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He thinks that's probably his best bet, though, so he tries to decide which one to eat.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:07 am
He takes a shuddering breath and clings to the bars on the far side of the cage. "Did you read the contract?"
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"Mmmmm." She hugs his arm.
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They all look so delectable!
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:09 am
She tilts her head. "I sort of skimmed over it."
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"Is that a yes?"
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He picks one up and glares at it. He doesn't think it looks at all like an eyeball.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:15 am
"You are supposed to tell me when you're going somewhere."
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"It's a mmmmm." She tries kissing him.
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It is offended that he would think that. And if he looks really close, there are little tiny runes drawn on it.
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