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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:55 am
"But brrrrrrrrro," He almost whined at Arcana, not really getting why he was waving his arms about... So he waved back in return, "You have to... Chill, make love not war, you know? Hey, Sin bro, you know what I'm talking about right?" Since he seemed to know a lot about it, according to gossip, "Maybe you can like... Enlighten our friends about making love... Yeah."
His attention soon drifted, however, to the zombie in the class; from his angle, it seemed like he was sleeping, "Murdoch bro? Hey, you chilling...? A little too chill... Don't you think?" He waved a hand in the air.
He was slowly - slowly - nodding off though; Tex's music was... So chill. So, so... Chill... His eyelids drooped, but he was still awake - just barely. He snorted loudly, and jolted awake, eyes wide as he practically yelled, "LET'S MAKE LOVE."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:00 am
"You got a fixation, bro," Ren yelled back, and fished a little blowpipe out of his sleeve. Spitball time. No reason to waste anything sharper when Westhor was just being an annoying idiot.
Thwip.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:06 am
Arcana did not one to learn anything about making love.
Nothing.
Thank you.
QQ
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:09 am
"But Ren bro," He whined, turning around to face the boil, somehow totally missing the fact that there was now a spitball stuck to the back of his shirt, "Don't you have someone you have... So much love for, bro? And you just want to... Show her or him-" He wasn't going to judge ok, "-your love? Bro, you know what I'm saying?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:10 am
A gentle smile curved onto Sin's features at Westhor's comment. "If I enlighten people I might well be out of a job come graduation." he chuckled to himself, finally deciding just to close the book and give up for the time being on reading up. "Trade secrets and the like."
He propped his chin up on a hand, resting perfectly manicured claws against his lower lip as he watched the majestic spitball collide before frowning and stating distractedly.
"You know, free love isn't very profitable."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:10 am
Heh. Heheheh. Heheheheh. Ren's tail flicked with amusement. "In public, Bro? I mean sure, some of us can get invisible, but not everyone can get privacy anywhere, you know?"
He kept the blowgun concealed in his hand, waiting for another chance.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:10 am
(( Entering! ))
Suddenly there was a disruptive banging sound as someone entered the room, and mock exams quivered on desktops. "THERE IS TO BE NO MAKING OF THE LOVE," the golem boomed, wagging a finger at Westhor as she approached until it was all but touching the ghost's nose. "NOT UNTIL ONE HAS CHOSEN A MATE AFTER THE FINISHING OF EDUCATION. YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS BY NOW."
Oh Jack, "All Caps" Callie was in the building.
She gave Westhor a few seconds extra of a good-natured glare before plopping down in the desk by him and smiling at the rest of the room's occupants. It was the final countdown at Amityville and Callie wasn't quite as stringent that day; if anything, she seemed to want to be louder as if to make up for the fact that soon they'd all be drifting away.
The thwip of the spitball set her off again. "OY. I THOUGHT I CONFISCATED THAT WEAPON," the golem whined at Ren, ever displeased to see good paper put to such bad use. She peeled the spitball of Westhor with a look of disgust before extended a hand towards him, palm up. "GIVE IT HERE. THERE SHOULD BE NO TROUBLE MAKING WHEN WE'RE ABOUT TO FINISH. LISTEN TO THE SOUNDS OF SOOTHING GUITAR INSTEAD. "
You know, the melody she'd been drowning out with her voice?
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:13 am
Sigh. Her brother was the cutest ever, but Tarot couldn’t let her brother keep QQing. There was a mysterious smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she nodded her head at Westhor. “Make love. Right.” It sounded like she half-wanted him to stop and half-wanted him to go on. Ah, but then the snake ghoul began to cry. Tarot couldn’t have a poor ghoul cry now, could she? Smiling apologetically, she leaned over to lightly touch Selene’s shoulders. “Now, now, dear, he didn’t actually mean it, right?” Tarot shot Westhor a look.
She took a tiny step to the side to allow Arcana more room to view Westhor from behind her back. And then she noticed how much QQing he was doing and offered her brother a hug and a reassuring pat on the back. ‘v’ “There there, Arcana. It’s okay.”
Tarot went on hugging her brother and patting him on the back even with the screaming. Oh Callie. 'v' Oh you.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:16 am
Arcana frowned as Ren continued his onslaught and they were STILL TALKING ABOUT MAKING LOVE.
SIN DON'T ENCOURAGE IT.
And then Callie cam in and things got louder and it was just.....
"Tarotttttttttttttttttttttttt..........." Arcana whined as he reached over to cling to his sister. Everyone was yelling and there was lots of sound and he was just....
No making love and no yelling and Q n Q.
Arcana was stuck in permenant QQ mode now as he clung to his sister for safety.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:20 am
He looked confused at Tarot, "But... I always mean what I say, you know?" He nodded sagely.
"Oh but bro, free love is the best love," He had his back to Ren to look at Sin, his expression serious all of a sudden. He then paused, leaning forward, over his desk, "... What sort of job pays you for... Giving love? Please share this? Help out a bro..." If he ever got a job, that would be his dream job. Giving love to everyone.
"Public love is the best love, bro," He turned around again, to face Ren, waving both hands around, gesturing wildly, "After... Free love... Yes, we have to make love, you know?'
"CALLIE HELLO, SISTER," He yelled back; loud voices tend to have that effect on him, "OH NO... WOULDN'T WANT TO GET HEEBIES AND GROWTHS... THAT WOULD BE NOT CHILL, SISTER, AND YOU KNOW HOW I AM ALL ABOUT... CHILLING..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:24 am
A perfect opportunity! Thwipthwip.
Annnnnd Callie was booming about wanting to take his blowgun. Nope nope nope nope. Ren was abruptly not visible any more. Can't swipe what you can't find.
However, he'd forgotten that the blowpipe was still in his hand and not safely concealed in his sleeve. It appeared to be hovering in midair, giving visible proof that he was indeed still there. He cursed as he realized his mistake.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:26 am
Of course, something had to come at his face the moment he turned around towards Ren... And he now had a spitball stuck to the center of his forehead.
"Not... Cool, bro," He frowned, whining sadly, "Aren't we chill, bro? We chill?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:27 am
Sin very carefully pokerfaced but didn't change his relaxed posture. "Now if I told you that I'd just saturate the job market. " Job market, oh he did crack himself up sometimes. "I'm sure in the meantime you'll do fine spreading all that budget love around."
A quirk of a brow at the declaration that public love was the best. That would involve a very complex billing system he thought to himself with spidery calculation of the maximum profit that could be made from such a thing.
His calculations were scattered to the wind as Callie and Wes started yelling.
He covered his ears. It didn't help.
Why did study room always end like this?
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:32 am
"WELL OF COURSE YOU DON'T WANT TO GET MOLD, DEAR, I HEAR IT'S TERRIBLE AND ALL SORTS OF AWFUL AND NASTY TOO. NOW I KNOW YOU LIKE TO BE OF THE 'CHILL' STATE, BUT REALLY YOU SHOULD STAND UP FOR YOUR - OH FOR JACK'S SAKE." She scoffed at the floating blowpipe, pushed her seat back, and went to try and wrest it from Ren.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 10:40 am
"Chill like ice. Ice."
Blowpipes were cheap. Pride, on the other hand ... The blowpipe darted away from Ren's seat, around the row, and vanished down the back of Jinhai's shirt.
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