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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:35 am
April cocks her head to the side, considering that which is presented to her. "What a lovely clock," she comments softly, her eyes tracing the cracks in its face. She must have played too roughly with it, she decides with a hint of sadness.
Go.. Find Stuff? Curiosity repeats in a scoff. He stretches out his limbs much like a sleepy dog, drawing out his response purposely. I suppose that might be fun - if we play it the right way, anyway.
He turns his oversized eyes up at Desperate, and although his vision doesn't allow him to clearly see that far away, he plays up his "tough guy" attitude. For one thing, we play inside the House. Now that y'know how dangerous it can be, the game becomes that much more thrilling! And second, we gotta make sure neither of us has an unfair advantage due to our sizes.
Crouching a little to bring herself to Nisha's eye level, April carefully edges closer to the trinket, her eyes never leaving it. "Is this yours?" she asks, fairly distracted in her examination. "How did you- uhm, I mean, how did it break?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 12:02 pm
Desperate winced, a little unsure about this. Wouldn't it be more fun to play outside, where it was safe? -Well...- He mumbled, ears drooping. Apparently the tough guy routine worked pretty well on the poor Daemon. -We could play a different game..."
Somehow, he knew there was no backing down now.
Watching as April drew closer, Nisha's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. She'd forgotten her original plan to smack the girl unexpectedly....as it was,she had the undeniable sense of 'winning' and that was good enough.
At April's words, however, her brows knit slowly. Broken? BROKEN?! Slamming her fist down on the arm of the chair, Nisha made quite a face...and got quite a reaction out of her Daemon. Desperate jumped at the surge that wracked the bond between them, scrambling like he was about to be squashed. Bonking back into the wall, away from Curiosity, the Daemon slammed to a halt.
Dust sifted down from the ceiling, falling harmlessly down toward Nisha and April. Most of it never made it that far. As a low, angry noise rose from the babe, the dust over her head seperated violently to each side, dispersing in twin puffs. Almost inaudible, and unnoticed by Nisha, the second hand of the clock trembled...and clicked a fraction of a centimeter upward before freezing once again.
Lips pressed into a thin line, Nisha kept glaring...seemingly unaware of anything going on around her. The only thing that concerned her was April, and what of hers she could break.
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