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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:52 pm
Daiki nodded and yawned widely, "That was fun, but I'm exhausted." He said with a stretch before he climbed under the bed. He got himself comfortable, "Goodnight!" He called out to her, falling asleep as he waited for her to come under with him.
((Night!))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:55 pm
[[peace!]]
She sighed and rolled under the bed shifting around until she was comfertable mumbling," Good night" To him before falling asleep herself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 6:13 am
River Stood the place around the bar was spotless in her eyes. She couldn't find anything else to fumble with or clean up in this sense since she did so already. The floors everything. Rubbing her head she decided it would be a nice trip to get out and not be attacks but she couldn't count on that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 6:31 am
Standing around wasn't doing her any good either, so sighing she she started for the door. Looking back to make sure everything was in place.." Oh.." She said walking back towards the counter, and picking up the small comb given to her. As smitten as she was with the Angel Gifts from her where out of the question and in her opinion he already got one a few days ago. Blinking a bit baffled and questioning she held it as she walked back to the door, opened it and left quietly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:48 am
As Daniel had lie awake up in his bed, he'd heard someone move around, and then leave. Coming down the stairs, in a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, he looked around. They must not be back, yet, whoever they were. Looking around, as he approached the bar, he noticed that he was alone. Well, better fend for himself, rather than wait for someone to come and fix him something. With a yawn, he moved behind the bar, where he found the utensils and dishes for the simple breakfast food that he was craving.
Finally he found the box of cereal he was looking for, and poured a generous amount into a bowl. After putting the box away, he slid over to the fridge, and got the milk to pour into his bowl. Done preparing it, he took the bowl and a spoon to sit at the bar, and dig in.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 9:37 am
((*hugglesnuggles the next person to post*))
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 9:52 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:36 pm
((*huggle*))
Asphiel walked in but not after looking around for River. Seeing she wasn't there he walked in and to the stairs to sees to see if someone was there. Seeing no one he walked to the bar and got a bottle of juice, just because River said that drinking beer was a bad habit.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:42 pm
Caradoc walked downstairs, nearly floating. "Oh! Hello, Asphiel. I see you're recovering from our little ordeal a few days ago." he said as he walked to the bar, pausing a moment before getting himself a glass from the cabinet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:45 pm
"Ah, yes, I'm doing good after being squished by a giant light dog." he finished his drink and jumped when he saw the magic floating coffee table on the ceiling, "Tomo has to tell me where he got that coffee table. Perfect for hanging vampires." he made the empty bottle float to the table as if setting it there and chuckled.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:55 pm
Caradoc glanced up at the coffee table and arched an eyebrow, "I don't think it's ever done that. You sure it's not possessed or something?" He asked, adjusting his eye patch so that it didn't make his cheek itch.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:56 pm
((Looks around for which char to pick.. Hmmm.... >:3))
The silent boy of the Muffin came in through the back door, face covered in persperation, and hair tied back. He almost never did that, unless he had gone to exercise just like he had done today. Daniel stepped inside, and sat down on a stool nearest the door. Not waving a hello or even sparing a glance around the room, the energetic teen untied his tennis shoes, and set them by the back door. His run had been slightly muddy, from all of the rain yesterday.
Now, his legs were covered in mud, up to his knee, where his shorts were seemingly spotless, and his white tank was dampened with sweat. Looking up and around at the couple of people present, he hoped his bodily odor hadn't gone that far. In all truth, it wasn't really that bad; but, the feeling drove Daniel insane. Once his shoes had been set down, he headed for the stairs.
As Daniel reached his room, he looked around in it, and smiled weakly. It was something that he was very comfortable in calling home, now, and he hoped the other guests thought so too. Digging through his dresser of clothes that he had put away earlier today, he found a pair of sweats, and another tank much like the one he was already wearing. No sense in getting all dressed up to have some supper, and maybe a drink or two.
Taking the elastic out of his sweaty, damp hair, he set the band onto his dresser, before heading to the upstairs bathroom. Within five minutes, he was showered, had his hair wrapped in a towel, and was dressed to come back downstairs. His barefeet made a padding sort of noise, as he came down the stairs, and sighed a little. He felt much better now, but bit his lip when he saw that he did not recognize one of the people at the bar. But yes, there was that "Angel" as River had called him. Daniel sort of knew him, he who had given him a cookie.
And of course, his blue post-its were still in his pocket, waiting to be handed out as required in a conversation if one arose. That was moste definitely something that Daniel had learned to be, along with polite and kind. He was always prepared. Going into a situation with out his notes proved to be very difficult, because in all honesty, his handwriting was something awful.
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