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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:36 pm
Ilmar's jaw shut with a click that was just barely audible over the snows. W-well. He wasn't going to suggest that! (except he totally was, except for the 'Basket lining' one, which he tucked away for later use). "For your information, I was only going to choose the classiest of names," he said, wondering when he'd gotten so predictable.
Probably around the time that Annelie had known him for twenty years.
But he still found a way to bounce back anyway, because that was what he did. Punch him and he'd get right back up again. In other words, more rabbit based puns. "Anyway, I warren't we better get home soon. I gotta get back to the inn before the ol' skinflint sells my room and you've got a furbag to feed. Is 'furbag' a viable name?"
The bickering was set to continue all the way home. Ilmarinen wouldn't have it any other way.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:44 pm
HA, that shut him up, so to speak. Nothing really ever shut the bard-man up, but Annelie allowed herself a smug smirk just the same. Though...
"Nooo, Furbag is not a viable name, thank you...." She could only give a sigh, and shake her head.
Oh this was going to be a really....really long walk back.
FIN.
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