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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 2:36 am
Mot stumbled at yet another hearty pat on the back, straightening up again with a chuckle. My oh my, this boil was a big'n.
He shook his head at Petro, "No, I can't imagine anyone would want to make her unhappy. Certainly not me. I should hope that goes without saying." Lizzy was such a nice ghoul. It would be unheard of to intentionally hurt her.
But boy, that boil's grin was unnerving, as if the could suddenly burst into laughter and snap you in half without warning. But maybe that was just Mot's imagination running wild. "Well, don't you worry about Lizzy. I'll keep her safe and make her laugh. I promise." He even held out his hand, as if making a contract. "If I don't, you're free to take justice into your own hands."
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 8:20 am
The force of Petro's signs of camaraderie was more than likely simply Tro not knowing his own strength. The past two school-sponsored trips has had him doubting his physical capabilities, so he quite possibly might be compensating for something. That, and he's never really had a spar with a non-tikbalang before. Oh he's heard of stories from his older relatives, how an aunt and uncle and a cousin or two had tangled with outsiders but his momma always told him not to believe every word out of their mouths. Grain of salt and all that.
There was no intention to break bones when Tro clasped the reaper boil's hand firmly, perhaps a tad too firmly. Still, Tro heard no crunch, felt no excessive give when he squeezed. "'Xactly what I knew 'm gonna hear from someone Lizzy picked." Satisfied, Petro let go of Mot's hand and with a wave and a quick, "See y' around, eh?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 11:29 am
Mot winced as Petro grasped his hand for a handshake. He tried not to let on that the bigger boil was much too strong for him, and simply shook it as well, nursing his hand by petting it once he was released.
"Yeah. See you at prom, partner." Mot replied back, nodding his head.
My... my hand...
Big baby.
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