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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:26 pm
"Well, it looks like we're stuck in here, cher." Remy spoke up from on the bed where he had settled down.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:29 pm
"Yeah," Seifer sighed, climbing up on the bed and laying down. He hadn't been sleeping well and could probably use the extra rest.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:35 pm
"Y' wanna talk now, cher?" Remy wondered. He could tell the Dream needed sleep, but he needed to get whatever was eating him off his chest first.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:43 pm
Seifer glared at the plushie that was prying into his life. "I still don't even know you!" he exclaimed, turning away from the plushie.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:47 pm
Undaunted, Remy fluttered around the Dream and landed in front of him with a grin, holding out his hand. "Bonjour, homme. M' name's Remy LeBeau. 'M a Dew plushie from de shop Desert Dew an' I was asked by both de older gentleman, Laguna, an' de cowboy, Irvine, to come talk to y'." Remy paused, a paw to his chin in thought. "Non, it shoul' be more dan dat... De belle femme... Katana. She asked. An' de one wit' de cowboy, Kamaria... an' a li'l purple t'ing name' Ayo."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:59 pm
Seifer couldn't help a small grin while taking the plushie's paw. "Pleased to meet you, Mister Le Beau."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 8:04 pm
"Non, non!" Remy protested. "M' name's Remy. Monsieur LeBeau is m' fader, Jean Luc." He grinned and sat down, making himself comfortable. "Now tell me 'bout y'rself, cher. Why so many people worried 'bout y'?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 8:05 pm
Seifer sighed, knowing he was trapped in the room with this plushie until Laguna decided to let them out. "My name's Seifer Almasy and I'm a Dream from the Castaway Dreams shop. What more do you wanna know?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 8:32 pm
"Le's start wit' y'r family?" Remy suggested. He knew how he was going to have to do this. He had to get the blond talking and then start asking questions until he found the problem.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:17 pm
"I don't have a family," Seifer replied immediately. "What do you keep calling me?" he asked in an effort to change the subject.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:49 pm
"Y' mean 'cher'? 'S a term of endearment. Y' wouldn' tell Remy your name, so Remy call y' cher." Remy grinned. "Now, I know y're lying, cher. De cute femme, Katana. She say she your daughter. Who de lucky femme dat cought your eye?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 10:01 pm
"Well, you know my name now," Seifer argued.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 10:06 pm
"Yeah, but I like callin' y' cher. Now, tell me 'bout her."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 12:09 pm
"About who?" Seifer sighed. Might as well just play along until the plushie stopped being nosy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 12:16 pm
"De girl dat caugth y'r eye. De one y' had Katana wit'."
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