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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:16 pm
((I thought that was emo kids, don't goth kids read twilight and rave over Tim Burton movies?))
Caleb tilted his head slight to the right when he saw her. "...Is something wrong?" He approached her cautiously.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:18 pm
[[Both do. they're nearly one species.]]
Moé looked up at him.
"I-I wwantted to get the image of yooouuur booodddyyy out of my miiind, so I draaank soome... scotttchhh."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:20 pm
"How much scotch?" Caleb questioned.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:22 pm
Moé held her fingers apart the size of a shotglass.
"T-Two o' those..."
She wavered, and then went to sit down on her stool. she missed, thhough, and accidentally sat on the gorund.
"Wait, did I grow taller, or did my stool sh-shrrriiink?"
She hiccuped.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:29 pm
"You fell onto the ground." Caleb replied. "You need to rest until you sober from your stupor."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:31 pm
Moé took out a large bottle of scotch from a portal.
"Heeeere! Have some!"
She phased it, and placed it to his mouth quite cheerfully, openign it so he could drink some.
"At least sooooome..."
[[I wwant to see Drunk!Caleb. He sounds very promising.]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:38 pm
"I am quite alright as it is currently." Caleb pushed the bottle away from his face.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:40 pm
Moé looked up at him with sad, puppy eyes.
"I-If you remmiiind me,, I'll refraaaiiin from trryiinng to bed yooouuu... I jjuuust wannt you tooo relaaax a biiit, Sir. Pleeeeeaaaaaasssee?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:45 pm
"I am relaxed." Caleb replied, he walked out of the room and into the parlor. He seated himself into a leather chair.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:48 pm
"No you aren't," Moé said, flinging her arms around him [she had put away the bottle]. "You're always workin', workin', workin'. Even now, you're prolly thinking about workin' or readin' or starin' at a fire. You have a ton o' liquor, why not uuuuuusee iiiit? It's not gettin' any riper."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:52 pm
"Because alcohol should only be consumed to when a person is ill." Caleb replied, turning red again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:54 am
Moé nodded.
"Yeeeaaaah! But, yanno, I thhink you're sick..."
She phasestroked a part of his chest she knew to be safe.
"Aft' all, you're heating up..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 1:06 pm
Caleb's skin goose bumped. "...You are not sick, as I can see quite clearly."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 1:09 pm
Moé nuzzled his ear.
"But... y-you shouldnt push yourself. I'm talking about you... not... me."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 1:25 pm
Caleb sighed. "...The point is that I do not need alcohol."
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