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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 3:34 pm
(( Lawl. xD Ain't it so cute? It keeps dancing to my music. <33))
Amanita took a deep breath, calming his laughter. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard, or at all really.
The white demon couldn't help but snicker as the unicat figured it would be quite fun to make a monster truck. But Amanita wasn't expecting Carlos to ask him for help. As the unicat clung to his arm, he simply blinked in shock. Of course Amanita wanted to help, and if that meant that he'd be able to take that gigantic thing home; there would be no hesitation! A burning happiness bubbled in his stomach and in the demon's head he was jumping and flailing with glee. But there was no way Amanita would show that excitement to anyone.
He shook his head slightly and looked down at Carlos. "Uh, sure. If you need the help and somewhere to put that thing, I'll help." No matter how hard he tried to hide his excitement, there still was a pulling at the corners of his lips.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:16 pm
(( Ehehehe, talented little thing. x3 Eeeehehehe. Amanita's dancing like your squidly dood. xB <333
What's going on with your avatar's skin? Looks like pearls or something. o.O;; ))
Carlos' eyes widened. Oh this would be so much fun! Nevermind that he hardly knew Amanita enough to trust him right off the street like this. He tilted his head a little, frowning. On second thought... "Well I don't want to impose something like that. There's plenty of room back at my place. I just thought you sounded interested."
(( Feel free to growl at Carlos. He can be rather dense at times. 8D ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 10:51 pm
(( :B I knows. I didn't know Amanita was talented in dancing. xD That skin was from my pirate thing, it was a drown person's skin. C: ))
He snorted slightly, "Impose? It would be amazing to build a monster truck..." He thought aloud, sliding his right thumb into his front jeans pocket, looking at Carlos with one eyebrow slightly raised.
(( Lul, no worries. DD; Uhhh, sorry if that's not good.. I can redo it or something... It doesn't sound all that great to me, so... yeah. D; ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:13 pm
The unicat stuck out his tongue. "So you were joking again," he returned, tail swishing a little behind him. Yes, he was stating the obvious but sometimes it is a little difficult to tell when someone is using irony. He took hold of the demon's arm and tugged him in the direction he had been going originally. He glanced down at Amanita's clothing. "Well, I hope you don't mind getting those nice clothes dirty. I know the junkyard is a great place to wear white gloves but you never know," he grinned. This was going to be a blast.
(( Nope, nope, it was good! Sometimes you just have to write a short post. :3 ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:07 pm
Amanita blinked and slowly opened his mouth beginning to say something but was cut off my a jerk. He looked down and saw the unicat tugging at his arm. The demon didn't find any reason to resist so he simply went along with him.
He then smirked at the unicat's remark, looking down at his torn up jeans. "You're shitting me right?" Even though he asked, the demon knew Carlos was joking. He shook his head, keeping the smirk on his face and wandered to the dump, being pulled by Carlos; Amanita had no idea where this junkyard was.
(( There! Now I won't have to worry about my posts looking too small! xB ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:44 am
(( Yay! now you you won't worry. xP ))
Carlos was just beaming; he didn't reply.
It was a salvage yard. A place where old wrecks of cars, appliances, and hulks of unidentifiable machinery ended up when there was something left of value, but that the average person had no use for.
The man at the gate knew Carlos well enough to let them by without any fanfare. The unicat's overlarge ears flicked as he caught some mumbled speculation about whether this was the boyfriend Carlos was always going on about, but when he turned to reply the man wasn't looking. But... he isn't...
Nevertheless, Carlos slid free of the poor demon's arm (he hadn't realized he was hanging on his arm, no wonder) and skipped on ahead. The wrecks were piled high and wide paths criss-crossed throughout the yard, wide enough for fork lifts and dump-trucks to lumber on by. He paused at each fork and glanced around despite knowing where everything was. Best to check just in case things changed, and sometimes they did...
"Ah." He glanced back at Amanita and pointed the way. "The automobile parts will be this way," he said with a grin. "You know, it's not like this truck is going to be able to be made solely from salvage parts. And I can be picky about things... like rust... but you never know what you'll find in a place like this!" He watched the demon out of the corner of his eye, wondering what he thought of the place.
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