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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:10 pm
Kirie was sulking once again. It wasn't often that the dark haired Pockettu sulked, but sometimes he was just so frustrated with his fellow housemates. He had been keeping up with all their finances because the others were clueless (Surana being the only one capable of making a budget, but not wanting to take the responsibility on) so that made him the bad guy when someone didn't like what he was saying. It was even more frustrating trying to explain to Anders or the birds why he was saying no without wanting to beat his head against a wall. "Who would give a terrorist money anyway... He'd buy bomb materials." Kirie muttered under his breath as he swung his legs over the ledge.
He had been placed up on once of the shelves in the shop to have a breath of fresh air. It was nice to be alone with some peace and quite for once. No overbearing family to make him feel like s**t or clueless housemates out to drive him to pulling his hair out. The pockettu had one of those dolls the weird dude had left for him to fix and he decided to work on it while he had some peace and quite. They were tiny even compared to the Pockettu so it required a bit of concentration so he spaced out to whatever was going on around him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 4:43 pm
Faust wandered the shelves, climbing down to other levels, a grumble muttered under his breath. It was not one of his better days. Recently though when was there ever a good day? The dirty blonde shoved his hands in his pockets as he stalked further down, stumbling upon Kirie.
The other male held some sort of deranged doll in his hands and Faust hoped it didn't belong to him. "If you stay around that thing too long, it'll pluck out your eyes." He said nothing else and kept on walking. Faust had a small fear of dolls, mostly due to the fact they stare and stare without blinking. It was almost as if they were trying to steal your soul. Then again... this probably had a lot to do with his mother collecting dolls when he grew up and having to see the lifeless human mimics everywhere he turned.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 5:17 pm
Kirie couldn't help but arch a brow at the comment. "Yes, a lifeless child's toy will be able to magically come to life and pluck my eyes out." Kirie replied in a rather dry tone as he held the fixed up doll to eye level his, but it was also staring right at Faust's retreating back. "What? Are you one of those people afraid of dolls? How silly." Kirie often had the habit of saying things he really shouldn't, and of being absolutely rude when he replied to some people.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:19 pm
Faust hissed a bit and without much thought behind it the infamous "f" bomb flew out of his mouth left and right. "Yeah, so the ******** if I am scared of dolls? I don't trust the ******** things. Never have, never will. Got a ******** problem with it?" He turned and glanced at Kirie, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. "Well? Do you ******** have something to say or not?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:27 pm
"Well, someone's got a rather impressive vocabulary, have you considered giving lessons to the less fortunate?" He arched a brow at the angry rant before turning back to the doll in his hands. It was hardly the worse thing he had heard in his life, after all you were often verbally torn apart day-to-day for openly admitting to being homosexual in most places. "But in all seriousness the guy who made these dolls is a little creepy, you might be right about these specific ones."
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