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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:29 pm
Bigsby stared skeptically at Malo all through his description of the mystery-game of hide-and-seek-and-chase-me, and when he finished, Bigsby immediately exclaimed, ”That's just hide-and-seek tied up with reg'lar old tag! It's int'restin' because ye slapped two games together! Whatcha think this is?!” He gazed, irate, at the litwick a moment or two longer as he flipped slowly through the air, and a few moments after THAT when the boy had finally landed on the ground, for he was staring off into the distance with an empty look on his face, like Bigsby looked when Papa put LOTS of booze into his son's tea.
He looked back to the tea-party while the litwick spaced out, searching for his father amongst the many tea-drinkers of the Mad Tea-party. The roserade was beginning to stand up, offering farewells to all the various men who sat near him at the table, even while not looking sorry at all to be leaving. Bigsby knew that face: His Papa was bored senseless. He figured he had a moment or two more to do the same with the litwick boy, though he hadn't exactly been bored.
”I can't, it looks like I gots to go home!” Bigsby began, looking to his father, who was already heading their way. ”Maybe next time!” He didn't even know if there'd BE a next time, but it couldn't hurt to offer it, in case.
”G'bye, then!”
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:40 pm
Malo giggled. "Its a game I like to play with Preston when he's looking for me! i usually get in trouble when he catches me and then he ties a rope on my tummy because he really likes balloons and I look like one on a string!" He explained, then paused as he noticed the Roserade approaching. He backed up a few steps.
"Oh..Okay! Well next time for sure, then! Have a good day!" He waved his little hand.
Minutes later, Preston came and retrieved his little pest. Malo gabbered the whole way home about what a great day he'd had and all about his crazy new friend.
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