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 Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:22 pm
"Well, obviously," He grunted, rolling his eyes as he turned to cruth his way towards the tables with what would most like be a rather expensive meal, had this been a paying restaraunt.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:28 pm
The beaver frowned at him. "If it's so obvious, how about answering my question." It occurred to her that she might want to introduce herself...but she pushed the thought aside for now. He was being purposely annoying, and it wouldn't do to indulge him.
Of course, she realized, he might have changed very recently and was still adjusting...that could account for some of the attitude. Frankly, she wasn't really in a mood to let it slide. Of all the people she had to run into...why this one?
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:52 pm
"Listen, lass, I aint in th'mood fer games," He grunted, moving to sit at a table and set his crutches aside, his tapered, tentacle-like hands uncoiling from where hed' gripped them.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:57 pm
Chana deliberately took her own tray and sat down across from him.
"Let's start over. Hi, I'm Chana," she told him, giving him a look asking for his response. Give the guy another chance...then verbally flay him, if at all possible. Or maybe just verbally bruise him. Though he looked like a man-sized bruise already...
What was with her today? She hadn't been so nasty-minded in a while. The beaver made a note to stop at the help-desk-type-place and ask for some aspirin on her way back.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:53 pm
"There, tha' wasn' so hard, now was it?" He gave her a playfull wink. So far she hadn't run screeming at the sight of his tentacles, which made him feel ahead in the game. He gave a sniff, leaning back comfortably to eat.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:57 pm
Chana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. And another. Couldn't let him bug her.
"I assume you have a name," she snarled through her buck teeth. "I'd like to hear it." She kept her clenched hands under the table where he couldn't see, but nothing could disguise the sound of a flat tail repeatedly whacking her chair.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 4:01 pm
"Wha's so important abou' a name?" This was too easy. He slid a tentacle around his water bottle to take an amused drink.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 4:29 pm
Chana took a large bite of fish-covered salad and chewed it thoroughly, trying to calm down before she spoke again. It didn't really work, despite how savagely she chomped.
"I'm sure there's only one purple man with tentacles-" she refrained from using any of the more...colorful...descriptions drifting through her mind, "-on the island. So I'm sure I can ask around about you." The beaver looked up directly at him. "But I'd rather have it from the horse's mouth. Or whatever's mouth."
Breathe in, breathe out. Don't bite down so hard you bend the fork.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 4:35 pm
"Conciderin' tha', I'm s'prised y'haven' nai' heard o' me b'for, then. How d'y'do?" His odd, pinched teeth flashed as he grinned wider.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 4:41 pm
Chana gave him a Look and pointedly took another bite of food before replying. "I don't always get out as much as I should." She looked him up and down appraisingly. "Maybe it's a good thing," the beaver continued, not -quite- sneering.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 4:59 pm
"An' wha' can I do fer you?" He watched her, still grinning with amusement as he ate his own fish.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 8:04 pm
"Well, you could tell me your name," Chana replied, trying her best to sound pleasant. It didn't really conceal the fact that she would have liked nothing more than to whack him in the face at that moment.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 8:09 pm
"Don' y'find anyt'ing else interestin' aboo' me?" He raised his eyebrows, looking hurt.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 8:13 pm
Chana looked at him again, examining him and his changed body for a good minute. Finally she spoke again.
"You're bruise-colored," she stated. The beaver also wondered what color new bruises would be, or if they'd just blend in with the rest of his slimy-looking skin.
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