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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:00 pm
Razor snorted. "Look girlie, I ain't some kinda thug that goes around stealin' stuff from dames. Yous found that shell, so go ahead and keep it. And second I'm lookin' f'r something that would be from me, got it?." He rolled his eyes. "It ain't really a proper gift if I had t' get it from someone else rather than dig it up wit' my own two paws."
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:41 am
“A gift?” Hail rubbed the top of her box. “Explain. The shell is not mine. I found it and washed it. Then gave to in exchange for services rendered. It is the best and only in my collection so it will have to suffice. For the conversation that was not exasperating nor irritating.” Was this male so dense as to no understand what she wanted?
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 4:14 am
Razor stared at Hail in the blank, slightly glazed-over-eyes way of someone who had absolutely no idea what the other person had just said, and wasn't all too fussed that they didn't care either. "Uh huh," he muttered absently, a bit more focused on the ground than the confusing female.
((So unsocial...))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:40 pm
Hail continued to stare and wait for an answer. The male wouldn’t explain what a gift was but she was willing to wait until he would. Hail didn’t understand the point or purpose of gifts. She saw the world as trade-offs. The male would speak and be pleasant so she offered the shell as payment for such. What the payment insufficient?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:48 pm
Razor turned and gave the female a frustrated stare. "Look, what do yous want from me? I ain't got anything to my name except my family, and I ain't in to givin' what I gots away nohow. I don't take from people either, so yous should just take up yer pretty shell, stick it back in the box, and just wander yer happy little butt back down the beach, ya got it."
Razor wasn't sure why he was being so rude. Well not entirely, he was always rude. Maybe it was just that he wasn't comfortable with other foxes outside his family? He'd believe that, if only he hadn't managed to make a friend or two before this. Well there was always the spare option, that he didn't know how to talk to girls and was terrified to try so he was attempting to scare this one off...
Nah, he wasn't scared of no one! Especially not some weird, silent dame like this!
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 4:43 pm
Blinking Hail was even more confused. Not only did the male not explain what a gift was he instead launched in on some triad or other about giving and taking things like family. “I have no family so I am uncertain, though I do not believe one can give family away. While they are yours they are like your fur color. Not really something one chooses now is it?” Without waiting she continued. “You still haven’t explained what a gift is. Is this shell not payment enough?” She looked down at the shell then back to the male before deciding.
Getting up she took her box with her by dragging it behind her with her tail. Then a sufficient distance from the male she started to dig to find more shells like the one she had dropped off in front of the male.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:48 pm
"Payment for what," Razor exploded, looking at the female in exasperated bafflement. Maybe he should just become a monk and swear off girls forever, and stay faaaaar away from beaches. Nothing but shells and saltwater anyway, and maybe some big fish but he could find normal fish at home. Really, why did weird stuff seem to happen so often to him?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:13 pm
Digging up a small half oyster shell Hail carried to the water and washed it off before taking it back to the male and setting it down beside the other shell she had found. The second shell was lackluster compared to the first, but it was something. She ignored the yelling and spoke calmly as though the male had never raised his voice once. “For the enjoyable conversation. You are pleasant to speak with. Not a chore like most.” Hail went back to looking for shells.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:24 pm
Razor stared after the female in a slightly dumbfounded way, temporarily forgetting his mission to look for shells. Pleasant conversation that wasn't a chore? Just which conversation was that? Razor couldn't even remember remember having a conversation...
"That's it," he started mumbling to himself. "I'm gonna run off to th' mountains and become a freakin' monk or some kinda wise man. First bit of advice, never go down to th' beach t' meet chicks, they're all nuts."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:01 pm
Hail came back to the male with a pretty rock as her prize this time. It wasn’t a shell, but it was pretty. “Monk? Explain. What is a monk?” She looked up and down the beach slightly confused. “There are no girl nuts on this beach. Only we two foxes.” She stared back at the male wondering what he was going on about. He was not sounding like any other foxes. They often ignored her or spoke and then left forgetting her. This male was speaking back and bringing up things to light that she was unaccustomed to. She never knew that females could be nuts. Nuts tasted good.
(she means literal nuts to eat not cannibalism...)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 3:14 am
Razor's eyes narrowed. "You tryin' t' be funny," he asked. "What, ya think I'd stoopid or somethin'? Lemme tell ya somethin' girl, I ain't fallin' for y'r tricks." He glared a little at the vixen. Either she had some serious issues or she was trying to con him. His money was on conning, cause he just didn't see how a fox could have that many social problems.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 6:04 pm
“No, I have been told I lack a sense of humor that is apparently needed to be ‘funny’. No I do not doubt that you have intellect. I have no tricks that I am aware of.” Could one do a trick and not know about it? Hail didn’t think so but she wasn’t sure. Would this male ever get back to explaining what a ‘monk’ or a ‘gift’ where? These things were starting to nag at Hail.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:38 pm
"Che," came the exasperated sound from Razor's mouth. He ran a paw through his hair, staring at Hail to see if she was really for real. Seemed like it, which was kinda odd. "Whatever. A monk's a dude that lives off in some holy place or somewheres that's tranquil, and devotes 'is life t' becomin' wise and swearing off women and such. Borin' t'ings like that," Razor said, answering Hail's question. He still wasn't sure what the heck to make of the weird vixen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:42 pm
Watching the male intently she was reminded of a flower she saw once when the male ran a yellow paw through his blue hair. “Why would you choose to become a monk? To swear off females does not swear of men does it? Perhaps your choice of mate is a male?” With this she tilted her head to the side and blinked a few times. She had heard of males that liked other males, but this was her first time meeting one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 11:34 pm
Razor actually blanched for a moment. "Hell no," he loudly declared, forgetting himself for a moment. "Ain't no way I'm one o' them foxes as falls f'r dudes. I like dames, ya hear me!"
Now Razor himself had nothing against bi or gay foxes. He just wasn't one. If he thought about it this would be the first time he'd ever been accused of such a thing. Perhaps his reactions wouldn't always be so....energetic, but Hail had already managed to rile him up by using just about all of his very limited self-restraint.
Really, he did try not to be a huge a**. Most of the time.
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