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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:03 pm
Kibo: I'm not trying to be. But that was only a joke as well.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:50 pm
Zia and Maida sniffed.
"That doesn't matter." "It still was quiet mean."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:25 pm
Kibo crouches down next to them.
Kibo: And? It's called Life. Things barely ever turn out without hurting someone.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:27 pm
"Nonsene!" "Many a thing will turn out well without," "Hurting someone." "Baking bread, for instance."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:34 pm
Kibo stands up.
Kibo: I'm not in the mood for your cheery optimism right now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:54 pm
Kibo: I'm just not in the mood for it. Hell, it's probably not optimism, just being contrary, no?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:56 pm
"That unfamiliar feeling," "Is called hope."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:00 pm
Kibo: As in hoping that you'll shut up? If so, then yes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:07 pm
"Silly little man." "You should know by now," "That if we have something to say," "We say it." "No matter what it is."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:27 pm
Kibo: Well, here's something that I have to say. Get the hell out of my sight! I'm tired of hearing your constant babble back and forth, occasionally spouting little tidbits of your ridiculous conversations at me!
He'd had enough of them for now. He didn't care what he had to say to get them to leave, but he just couldn't deal with them right now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:38 pm
"Ok." "Fine."
Zia and Maida contiuned to sit on his bed, stareing at him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:53 pm
Kibo: [screaming by now] Get the hell away from me!
He grabbed them by the scruffs of the necks, and threw them out of the room, knowing deep down that probably wouldn't do anything. They could just poof right back in.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:01 pm
"How rude." "Yes, that was oh so very rude."
Zia and Maida's voices were coming from behind Kibo, once more on his bed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:04 pm
Kibo nearly punches the 5th mark on his arm. He sinks into the shadows.
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