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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:20 pm
"True. She has a better diet." He glanced up at his cockatrice, watching her hiss. "Annabel, shut up." He told her, and she glared at him a moment before pecking his side and then flying up to a intricately carved, standing perch.
Turning, TG walked up one of the small moveable staircases he had pushed against a desk and climbed up it, his little paws tapping on the desk top before he went to a drawer and pulled the handle with his teeth. Picking up something in his mouth, he turned and walked down the steps and walked over to the boil at the door.
He then spit out - a doggy biscuit. "Here. For being a good undead. You may go now." He told him.
Yup. Clyde just got tipped a doggy biscuit - by a foxfire.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:36 pm
Clyde stared at the doggy biscuit, his face blank of emotions. The payment left him a little baffled there for a second, but it only resulted in him laughing. A foxfire just gave him a doggy biscuit as a reward. Oh Jack and the imp’s serious. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head a little at the fur ball on the ground. Good think he’s laughing it off.
“Jack, are you serious? Just…I don’t really need anything but a Thank you for what I did. I was just being nice, so really, I’m good. “ Clyde snorted, a tired smile on his face. “Think of it as volunteer work. But if someone else did this, I…don’t think you should give them a doggy biscuit. Not the best thank you gift.”
He gave the foxfire a final pet on the head before showing himself out of the room. Now, time to find his way back to the undead dorms and to his room…Which way was that again?
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