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 Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 2:12 pm
((Yeah, I know. Maybe we need to phone them and save them from themselves!
EDIT: Ugh. Gotta get off. See ya'll later?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 2:18 pm
[[Alrighty. Byee! Yeah, I like the 4th one too.]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 2:33 pm
{ Nooo. We'll post saying we're going to set up the party. Let's all meet at my house! X3 Okay. The fourth it is. I'll put up the Party Guests in my reserved spot. I love the way I planned my house. I also edited it!
My 'Currently: Whatever' is hilarious. <<; I change all the time. Check on it every now-and-then! XD While ago it was 'Currently: Choking on a chip.' }
Vira looked around and nodded. " Let's go ahead and go to my house! I'll fix everything up and stuff. We still need to get those balloons and set the sign up. My entertainment room should be up and running by now. " She grinned, excited about said party.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:19 pm
Okami grinned. "See you then!"
Once her guests left, the girl cleaned up the kitchen slightly and then changed into her swimsuit, over which, she layered a skirt, shirt, and jacket, to ward off the cold. When she was ready, Shika got her daughter into the car and sped off in the direction of Vira's home.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:24 pm
~Many days later~
Okami flopped down on the couch wearily. She still had the remnants of a depression following her accidental eavesdropping on Riku and was also trying to avoid having to clean her room.
Maybe she would call someone. That would probably get her out of this funk. Or maybe she wouldn't.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:02 pm
~Even later~
Okami hadn't done anything of use in a while. She was getting on her own nerves. Already she had gone through at least a box and a half full of books. Time to get her butt off the couch.
Scooping up her cell phone from the coffee table, Okami stared at the numbers. Who was she going to call, anyway? Who would she want to talk to in order to cheer her up?
Well, that wasn't too hard.
And then, somewhere in America a phone rang.
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