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 Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 6:25 am
Laial giggled. "Yes, she's sick. Sunities." Insert another giggle from Laial.
Maji's head whipped at him, a new evil aura around her. In one move, she stepped closer and tore her glove off. Scratching Laial's cheek with a 'slap'. A slap with claws that drew blood from three tilted marks. "I'll be waiting," she hissed before stalking off into the store.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 5:34 am
Narayan blinked, staring at what had just taken place and wondering if it was a good idea to do anything at all. Okay. That one was... scary. He didn't want to get close to her at all.
"Laeeal's ma?" he inquired, tilting his head and staring at the scratch makes with a look of abject fascination. Blood was gross, to him. But that boobie had done it! It was fascinating the way a snail being eaten away by salt was fascinating.
And unrepulsed, Narayan leaned closer to shell boy. "Brave."
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:22 pm
Laial sighed and ran a tentecle against his cheek, rubbing the blood off as he did so. Pulling the tentecle away, he stared at the red on it. Now what would he do? Hmm... Ah well. He pulled out a red piece of cloth and wiped his tentecle on it. Scheu would have a fit when he got home.
“Eh? Yeah, she’s my ma…” If she heard that, she’d REALLY kill him. But really, it was Nara’s words. So he didn’t say it, he did. “You have a ma?”
Brave?! Well, he was never called that before…and probably never again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 11:57 pm
Nara smirked. "No." he answered simply. Ma's had boobs. And well... JD didn't have boobs. (Nor did Narayan think the man would appreciate being called someone with manboobs). "But I have a da'." he nodded his head, proud, that he had managed so much.
It was a start, wasn't it?
Seeing the trail of blood and deciding that he didn't like the red stuff at all (no matter what his father said about action movies being good for you!) he grimaced. Gross.
When he was big, he'd make sure there was no blood around him. Ever.
Shrugging and watching as the woman disappeared, he nodded. What would they do now? Anything, as long as it didn't involved any more violence.
"What you want to do?"
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