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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:51 pm
"I won't dump it on you." He said softly, glancing at her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:53 pm
She wasn't looking at him. "Few are those who would admit to it when there was still time for me to avoid it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:59 pm
"You've run across alot of pranksters then."
He clicked his tongue. Looking to the set he had been working on, he decided to find some tar.
"I'll go find some tar...and no I won't put it your head."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:03 pm
She narrowed her eyes. "And you think I'm stupid enough to just sit here and wait? Do you have any clue how long it takes a pony to get tar out of her tail? I don't think so!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:07 pm
He held his hands up in defense. "I mean no harm." Already he scooted back to look for tar, returning to set the buckets down beside his work. He scooped some out and began to place it in the crevices of the wood to seal it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:11 pm
She backed away from him quickly, ears back as she watched him. No way she was getting inside a tar splash radius.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:13 pm
He hummed along as he worked, continuing to pour the tar into place. His hands ended up covered in the black stuff so he ended up wiping it on his pant leggings.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:18 pm
She stayed back, watching him warily. She did not trust him. And why should she? No one had ever actually helped her to help her before. And they still wouldn't. Ponies just weren't like that. Not in Nightmare Valley.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:28 pm
He finished what he was doing, coming away tar covered himself from hsi face to his pants and coat. He wiped sweat away and distanced the buckets from the work area.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:36 pm
"You're a mess," she informed him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:42 pm
He grinned in a boyish way. "Aye that I am a mess."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:49 pm
"Why?" she asked, confused. Though she did fight to keep the confusion from her voice.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:39 pm
"Why am I a mess?" He was all curiousty.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:45 pm
Not quite what she had meant but... "fine."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:51 pm
"I'm a mess because messy can be fun. If taken with a light heart."
He went about, setting up the walls that were to be erected, fastening them together.
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