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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 4:01 am
Rouge cast a matching side-glance down in Inigo's direction. That is, as well as someone with probably zip peripheral vision could "cast" when it came to glances. Returning its face toward the buildings, the jester's straight-lined mouth broadened to a wide leer. "Ahh, now there's a question for the ages."
Gloved hands spread outward as skinny knees bent, and with a light "hup!" Rouge kicked off into a back flip. The clown crouched low upon hitting the ground, but the arms stayed out and the landing stuck, now with the clown facing its audience. "Because one Rouge, the Clown of Camphoreon, says so." Overdue introduction granted, said clown stood and bowed low in one fluid, exaggerated-Victorian-gentleman motion. So low, in fact, that a single bell on the two-toned hat tapped the pale ground. The only thing missing was the white handkerchief. The clown then proceeded to rise once more with a flourish of the hands. "Sufficient reason enough." The witty smirk suggested that nothing could ever hope to counter such perfect(ly insane) logic.
With a hop to its step, the clown briskly stepped forward, onto the bench seat beside Inigo, up onto the back support, down onto the opposite facing bench seat, down to the ground, and, arms crossed and smirk in place, unceremoniously flopped onto the seat, seeming not to care how it slightly jostled the clown's company behind it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 11:19 am
A question for the ages was right. Another one was why was he trying to give a blanket to some insane clown who stole his wallet? Because why not? The statement brought a lop-sided smile to his face, one corner of his mouth turned up higher than the other, showing part of his teeth. "It is, isn't it?" The introduction, while some might see as just as ridiculous as the rest of the jester's behavior, didn't go without notice. Thus far, Inigo hadn't known this person's name, apart from 'Mini' calling it Jack because the crazy character had yet to even so much as hint that it even had a name. "Rouge, huh?" He smiled. "Bien. Nice name."
He took the blanket in one hand as Rouge flopped onto the bench - he didn't mind the jostling at all - and laid it over the backs of the pair of benches, strategically between himself and the clown. "Alright then," he relented, "although I still don't understand why you don't take presents." Was he giving up? Of course not. Was he going to let the clown think he had? Yep.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 2:01 pm
"You fail to listen, dear Spanish: there are no presents." Rouge twisted a hand into the air, until it stopped with a single index finger pointing up at about eye-level with the owner. It didn't matter that Inigo would be unable to see it, what with facing the opposite direction. "Only exchanges." There was a pause, then a light tug on the edge of the blanket as Rouge twirled a corner between fingers. "An imbalance of exchanges would mean the owing of a debt. I fail to see what debts are currently owed between us." Rouge suddenly stood, yanking the blanket with and staring at the fabric. "What is this delightful material called? It's fluffy!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:13 pm
The explanation left a small, lop-sided smile on his face. "There are presents," he argued to the open space in front of him, "at least there were where I grew up. On birthdays and special holidays, mostly, but also to repay a debt of sorts." A pause. "Don't you? I see one debt. You gave my wallet back even though you didn't need to. You took it fair and square, but gave it back anyway. I'm in your debt for that, I think," he finished, turning his head enough in time to watch the jester stand, taking the blanket too.
He smiled again, this time accompanied with a chuckle. "It's fleece," he offered. "It's soft and very warm. Perfect for cold weather."
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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