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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:20 am
Whether it was Dabber that had kicked with all his might or if it was just by coincidence that Treasure Hunter had twisted his ankle on his own, it did not matter no more. The little pirate phony held onto his leg afraid to get up again. The jolts of pain was too much for him. He was just not used to sensations of pain yet... Slowly, he turned his head and looked at the mare, all teary eyed. "That seadog there," he pointed with his other hoof, "h-he broke me leg."
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 11:04 am
"Let me see, let me see..." Latte mused, bringing herself down to Treasure's level. She certainly hoped that Dabber hadn't broken anyone's anything. She'd already had to apologize profusely for the actions of foals she didn't necessarily even know. What had gotten into him, she wondered? He certainly hadn't been violent in the past.
"Don't worry, sweet thing! It doesn't look broken at all. Maybe you just twisted it, huh? I bet that hurts. Where are your parents?"
Ah, the life of a new mom. Her eyes turned then to Dabber, who shrank away in fear. He knew when he was in trouble...
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 11:48 am
Treasure Hunter glared at Dabber as Latte checked out his leg, unable to catch his mean gaze. "It hurts. I may need help getting up on my feet."
As for his parents... Well... They are both still out at sea. "Me parents... They still dealing with landlubbers and won't be back till nightfall."
He hesitated to tell her that his hideout was inside Salty's ship until his parents have docked back on shore to pick him up again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 12:27 pm
Latte's eyes turned up and she blinked at the foal. My, that certainly was an interesting accent, wasn't it? She composed herself in moments and stood, offering the babby a hoof.
"Well, would you like me to call for them? I can't leave the shop at this hour... or maybe Dabber could bring you home?" She turned to the tiny green phony that shrank away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 3:23 pm
He quickly took Latte's hoof as support and pulled with all his might to stand up on his own.
Upon hearing the two choices: one, for Latte to contact his parents, and two, have Dabber walk him home, he shook his head and wished that he didn't have to choose.
Treasure Hunter looked at Latte, then back at Dabber, and thought that it was wiser to choose the kelp haired foal. At least that way he won't be at a disadvantage in height. He pointed a hoof in Dabbers direction and looked away not wanting to see him. "Yarr," was all he could say.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 4:13 pm
Again, Latte could only blink. Right. He'd... made his choice? Maybe? She turned to Dabber then and lowered her nose, giving him that look that all children dreaded.
"Dabber will walk you home, then. Be good, Dabber." Her tone implied he was going to see a bit of punishment for shoving the foal down in the first place.
"But, Momma!"
"No 'but's, Dabber. You make sure to get home before dark..."
The foal sighed heavily.
"Yes, Momma."
The mother's look lingered a moment longer before she nodded. Ah, babbies were an interesting lot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:13 pm
He nodded at Latte, almost refusing to let go of her hoof. "Yarr.. I thank ye for the kind offer."
Treasure Hunter flinched while the mare had a small talk with the kelp haired foal. It was a tone that most mothers would use against their offspring when they did something wrong. But this time, it was directed towards Dabber, not him.
He prepared for the worst, frowned, and waved a hoof at the colt. "You there. Let's get going. The sun is almost setting." If only he didn't hurt his leg. He'd for sure want to steal whatever was hidden under the patch of dirt and run away from that colt.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 2:34 pm
That might have not been the best idea anyway, considering the venomous glare Dabber offered the foal in response to his demand. Who was he?! Ah, but Momma wanted him to help, and he guessed he would have to help.
"Don't tell me what to do," was all he murmured as he began after Treasure, still under the watchful eye of Latte until they had moved out of sight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:51 pm
Latte did say that she couldn't leave the shop. Which left him no choice but to pair up with an uncompromising foal. It's not like he wanted to show Dabber where their ship is located. There were too many shiny booty hidden inside of it. On the bright side, if the foal told his mother what he saw, she may have a hard time believing him.
"Ye don't have a choice. If my leg wasn't so twisted, I wouldn't need your help," he snarled sharply. "Lend me a hoof. I might fall."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:21 pm
A burbling rumble grew in Dabber's chest. No! He'd never help a pirate! The scallywag could limp on home on his own!
... he really was rather pitiful, though, wasn't he? Howling about a broken leg. He wasn't a very good pirate, obviously.
The growling never reached Dabber's lips. He sighed it away in one mighty rush and sidled up to the foal.
"Stop that. You're not as hurt as you think you are. A kid at school broke his whole leg and it was gross."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:45 pm
Treasure Hunter ignored Dabber's comments and amplified his pain out loud. "Oh no -- Nooo it hurts. SO BAD," he squeeled in agony. His foot was a tad bit swollen but it was nothing serious.
He shifted his weight onto Dabber and avoided to put any pressure onto his hurt leg. If that didn't heal properly he'd only have three legs left to dig for treasure. Not wanting to gamble with chance, he made a big deal out of it.
"Ye don't know how much pain I am feeling right now!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:52 pm
Dabber rolled his eyes. What a big bad seafarer, right? Did splinters make him cry?
"You don't know that. I've gotten hurt plenty. I have a brother, you know. Two sisters too. We don't cry when we get hurt because crying doesn't get you anything. It does annoy people, though." He gave the foal a bit of a look.
"Where do you live, anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:58 pm
"Cry? Who says that I am crying? I am simply expressing the pain my leg is having." He stuck close to Dabber. "The only time I cry is when I see treasure. Tears of joy a'coming afterwards from all the digging paying off."
He remained silent for a bit as they had walked down the road miles away from the cafe. "I live on a pirate ship," he replied bluntly to the stranger.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:03 pm
...well, that was a little eloquent for a pirate, wasn't it? How very articular, considering the vocabulary the other foal had exhibited thus far. It hadn't even been 'I be!'
"Whining, then. Momma calls it 'whining,' and whining doesn't help. Ice helps. You should get some ice when you get--"
Ah.
"--home."
He should have guessed.
"So we're going to the beach, then?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:14 pm
"Whining... maybe..." he whispered and rolled his eyes while he limped on beside Dabber as they walked down the road. "I don't need ice." Home. He liked the word home, but it is not the same for everyone. His home lies below deck, and out at sea. "We need to be at the quay. I have not seen any beaches since the Flirty Mermaid been resting at the pier."
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