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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:07 am
Malo's eyes went wide. Scaring people TOGETHER! Like a team of pranksters! He bobbed into the air again and practically rammed his cheek against Zale's, nuzzling him fondly and wrapping him in a hug. "That would be great fun!" He giggled, squeezing him. "We could meet up and just scare the pants off of people! And we'd be famous if we did it enough!"
He suddenly paused, turning. "MALO!" A voice roared. It was familiar. The Litwick let go of the other and turned, putting his puppets away. "That sounds like Preston." His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the tawny haired and spectacled Noctowl riding on his steed, sighting the boy and trotting towards them.
"I think I have to go home now, Zale."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:14 am
Zale was becoming accustomed to Malo's behavior, until he was hugged. The boy fumbled for a second, dropping his favorite puppet, the frog. However, he allowed the hug, even slightly returned it, though awkwardly. It was when he began to relax into the hug that he heard the voice, tensing once more and wrenching backwards, just as Malo released him. He fell onto his bottom, making sure his hood was still over his head. When the man began to head for them he grabbed his fallen puppets, slipping them into his hoodie, and felt for the stick again, stopping when Malo spoke.
So Malo knew him? Good. His eyes locked onto his new friend, frowning slightly. He suppose he should find Sully, too... Nodding, the boy looked up at the Noctowl before turning to view Malo again.
"Okay. Next time we should scare people together. I'm... sure by then Sully would have taught me some ways that could help. And... I'll have a present for you!" He smiled warmly, something he didn't do much.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:24 am
Malo sensed the other's discomfort and made sure he was alright and not about to have a panic attack before he left him. As he drifted towards Preston, listening to Zale, he turned and called back to him.
"I look forward to that, Zale! I really do! I'll send you a letter sometime!" He called. "Oh, and you can change their names, but I've been calling the dog Georgio A. Rockafella and the Frog J.R Cornbottom."
And with that, he had floated to Preston, nuzzling cheeks and speaking with him for a few moments, pointing at Zale. He then frowned as Preston seemed to be telling him off, mounting the horse's neck and galloping off with a wave to his new friend.
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