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 Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:50 pm
Sophie laughed at the thought of Gaius rubbing up against things, but quieted down when she thought of the things she'd done before. After all, there was that time when she had nearly kicked Iona in the face...she had since made a note not to get jealous because an artist had a girlfriend, if what she really appreciated was the art.
"The worst thing I do now is have an altered sleep-cycle. It's not too bad, though, because my sleep was screwed up anyway."
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 3:14 am
Oz could relate to the altered sleep thing. He had always been such an active person, that the concept of afternoon sleep was hard to grasp and even harder to get used to. Maybe if he actually began to eat something, he wouldn't feel so physically drained of energy. As much as he would hate to admit it out loud, he found the jungle to be a terribly intriguing place for him.
He laughed at Gaius.
"Hehe, now all you need is a busty blonde who wants to ride you on the beach," he sniggered, well aware of the other connotations hidden in the words.
He hauled himself back to a sitting position, grunting in aggitation.
"Sod this for a lark! Anyone got a frisbee-thing or a football or waterguns...? Just anything we can throw at each other in the name of fun."
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