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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 2:07 am
Malo was a bit dumbfounded by the appearance of the two, dangling in the other's grasp as he listened.
"NO!" He immediately protested. "HE DARED ME! HONEST HE DID! HE TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD POKE IT WITH A STICK!" He was visibly upset and flailed his arms, shouting the rest of his answers.
"The cat got hit! Then Abbicus dared me to poke it with the stick! I wouldn't do that without a dare! You'd have to be really dumb!" When the other asked more, he stammered.
"I'm M-Malo. And I'm from the royal library! Preston's my Papa. And..I...you have to believe me!"
"WHY!? I heard from the cook who heard from the chef who heard from the scullery made that was told by the night guard you ain't nothing but a little ol' liar! Its all over his face! Horrible little beasty! That was one of our best cats!"
"BUT I DIDN'T!" Malo jerked this way and that.
"We're all going to go over to the castle now and have a little chat with your papa."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 2:13 am
Atticus's little heart pounded in his chest as he waited to see how his little lie went. He was pretty good at lying usually, though he only had to do it when covering his own tracks. He was afraid he'd be caught. He wasn't sure how far Stan's speculations had spread. Even so, he hadn't been doing anything wrong when the two farmhands came up. Maybe his little performance was believable. Ether way, he had no idea that the little ghost boy had a reputation, and a very long one at that. It worked in his own favor, this reputation that Malo had.
He gave another sniffle. "Tabs was my favorite. He'd come sleep with me in the loft at night, 'specially when it was cold." His lip quivered slightly. He had hoped the argon would put him down and just take Malo.
"Ech." The caterpie shook his head as he looked over the poor cat. It was an older one, one that had been around for what seemed like ages, and was definitely a favorite. He'd have to give the poor thing a proper burial later. Maybe he'd even make a little headstone out of sticks.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 2:18 am
The Agron grunted and almost prompted, dropped Atticus and ruffled his hair. "You help bury the poor thing. I'll be back when I've dealt with...this." He stormed off towards the castle, Malo's eyes full of fear and dislike for Abbicus. He pulled on the other's hand, bit, kicked, screamed his innocence and was hauled all the way through the servant entrance to the second floor library, where the door was almost banged down.
"PRESTON, RIGHT?! I gotta bone to pick with you!"
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