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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:24 pm
“Positive,” he assured her. He brushed her hair behind her ear gently. “I already explained all this to you.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:30 pm
“I know,” she muttered. “But… that was before all this. Are you still sure?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:33 pm
“Yes.” He had to be. If he let himself waver, he wouldn’t get the answers he needed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:34 pm
“Well, maybe this is all a mistake,” Amu sighed. “Do you think that’s possible? Maybe we could ask Mr. Caretaker.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:35 pm
“Yes.” He had to be. If he let himself waver, he wouldn’t get the answers he needed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:35 pm
“Well, maybe this is all a mistake,” Amu sighed. “Do you think that’s possible? Maybe we could ask Mr. Caretaker.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:36 pm
Ikuto twitched the slightest bit. He really didn’t want to talk to THAT old man. He got far too much pleasure out of teasing Ikuto.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:37 pm
“Mr. Caretaker would probably know what’s going on,” Amu guessed. She was starting to like this idea. “We should go talk to him!”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:38 pm
“While you’re dressed like that?” Ikuto reminded her, hoping her embarrassment would keep her inside.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:42 pm
“Well, all I have to do is untransform,” she pointed out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:44 pm
Amu blinked at him for a moment before she tried to detransform. Nothing happened. She tried again. Still nothing. “That… can’t be good.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:45 pm
“I… I think I’m stuck,” she whispered, turning wide, panicked eyes on him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:46 pm
“Stuck,” he repeated. A second later, the implication sank in. “You can’t…”
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