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 Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 7:34 pm
“I don’t know. I don’t know everyone in the school.” The fact that she didn’t answer his question didn’t bother him. He’d figure it out somehow. Maybe bother Roch on critter… actually didn’t Roch mention having a sister? He frowned. He’d have to look back at the conversations. Maybe it was the same ghoul.
“He has a lot of pictures of ghouls.” He looked over the latest, curious. “Maybe he is trying to be a player.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 7:40 pm
A picture of Marosa came next--then a box full of cupcakes. And another shot of the cupcakes. Then there was a giant cake with an entire scene featuring Jack and Sally. Then a picture of-- "Austin!" she said happily, seeing Roch's father. "Does he not look EXACTLY like Roch?" she asked, showing it to Andrew. "He is so handsome," she said happily.
Then she flipped to the next picture, scowled at the white haired massive reaper, and changed the picture again to--
A ghoul's panties when her skirt flew up. She stared at it blankly, turned the phone, tilted her head. "Why did he take this picture?" she asked finally.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 8:06 pm
Was that Marosa? Andrew once again wondered where to categorize him, Did Roch put him under the female division? He did wear a skirt. “Oh that’s his father?” The thought of fathers really didn’t often occur to the fire demon. Other creeple must have had them. They did look a lot alike, but the photo flashed by before he could continue to comment.
Andrew had a very good idea as to why Roch took that picture. Heat light up his cheeks. Some things were really not meant for ghoul’s eyes. “Just ignore it.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 8:25 pm
"But you do not even know who it is," she said. "He is just taking a shot of her underwear--and he does not wear panties, I have seen his boxers many times," she said. "It is not as if he is looking to buy them! Although they are rather cute," she added thoughtfully.
"And si! Austin is his padre!" she said cheerfully, flipping back to the picture. The man in the picture had hair the same color as hers, and silver eyes--which were very close to the same color as hers. Hers had the tiniest hint of blue. But Austin looked like Roch would in about twenty years--plus a cighoulette stuck in the corner of his mouth. "I love him very much," she added with a brilliant smile. "But Roch is the one I claim as brother."
Which hinted of a very strange family, but she didn't seem to notice.
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