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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 4:18 pm
The JOY he felt from the cookie had been killed.. for the most part. This wasn't amazing at all! This.. This was horrendous! Staring at Leon pitifully, he took the packet of tea and lowered his head in defeat. The coffee... The coffee was gone. "Why is the coffee goooone.." he whimpered while slinking his way back to the hot water to make himself a cup of tea. Nasty stuff. Slowly he stirred the tea packet into the water before turning around towards Leon to watch him clean up the remains of the coffee.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 5:26 pm
"The coffee is gone because you shake like jello in a earthquake." Leon growled back to the once manly Deryk. Obviously the only phallic thing the guy had on him was his weapon.
As thrilling as the whine fest that Deryk was putting on, these damn coffee bits were a nuisance even when he didn't drink it. The stuff just got EVERYWHERE after the can was punched into a rough moon shape and the broom just made things easier and difficult to pick up.
And like I expected, the eggs and bacon got cold, you're horrible leon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 7:19 pm
Letting out a sort of whimper, Deryk hunched down some while taking a sip of his tea. It was... alright. Definitely wasn't coffee. That was for certain. Frowning as he drank a bit more, he looked around for the sugar. Maybe that would make this drink better. It was just kinda.. icky right now as far as he was concerned.
Finding it, he went on to dump some into the drink, stirring it in.
It helped a little.
But it still wouldn't replace the coffee.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:10 pm
It was like watching a puppy play with a new toy he didn't like. The boxer frowned at the look on Deryk's java-less face and it.
It was just horrible. "You really can't stand it huh?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:15 pm
"Just not the same. Tea better cold anyway I think," he said before pausing. The coffee was now gone. Most likely a new stock will come in at some point in time, but who knew when? He wasn't even certain of the geographic location of this island. It was probably far off from any big areas of civilization.
Leon was at fault.
There was one thing he felt like he needed to do. Placing the tea cup down, he pointed at the other trainee dramatically.
"For all the coffee that hath been spilt, I challenge you!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:49 pm
It was supposed to be a simple breakfast.
All Leon wanted was some protein, meat, Carbs and a little bit of vitamins. Suddenly battle proclamation.
"Really?" he asked dumbfounded as the dragon began screaming about the meal in his head again. "Your fighting me, over the coffee can's broken honor?" he asked again, just wanting to understand the situation properly.
Maybe he's going through one of the stages when trying to kick a habit... he seems angry enough meathead and at least finish the toast! Nid piped up with something that was at least a tiny bit helpful. In reward the boxer appeased his wished and took a bite of the cold toast that had the dragon purring in delight.
"Fine, you want to fight me over murdering Mr. Foldgers, so be it. lead the way and choose the place you want to do battle in." he said in a grumpy fashion as he put his goggles on over his face and put the mostly ignored food in the trash.
bye bye breakfast.
"AFTER you finish your tea." he said with a smirk, Leon wouldn't mind a after breakfast battle.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:57 pm
"That's right!" Deryk affirmed. He was just about ready to head to the sparring grounds, but stopped as Leon spoke up again. The determined look on his face wavered for a moment.
"Ok, fine fine. I'll finish the darn tea," he sighed while picking up the cup to drink from again. He didn't take too much time to finish off the liquid, before setting his drink into the sink.
"Alright. Let's go. You and me. Mano a mano," he nodded before making his way out.
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