Owie..
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Thread Topic: Owie..
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Pastel: Do you know exactly who and why?
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Evan: Nope.
Quintin: *dere* Where is he? -
Pastel: *curses* ..Um, here. *opens portal*
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Evan: We can always try to find someone who knows.
Quintin: Thank you.. *slips through* -
Pastel: That'll take forever.
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*at this huge two-story library*
*and Verse is on the top*
Verse: *flies down, chasing a guy* NASH! GIVE ME THE DAMN BOOK. -
Evan: True.. Just.. UGH.
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Quintin: .. *stands there, staring wearily at Verse* -
Pastel: Yeah..
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*man screams*
*runs over to Quintin and hides*
Don't make him hurt me, sir. I found the book first. *thinks Quintin works there xD*
Verse: *runs over and stops* *glare, crossing arms* -
Evan: I don't know what to do..
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Quintin: Ah.. *clears throat* *softly* Verse, I'd like to talk to you.. *glances at Nash* ..And I wasn't planning on it..? -
Pastel: All we can do is watch out for the others.
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Verse: *opens mouth*
Nash: Thanks. *darts out*
Verse: *growls* ..Fine. e.e' *kicks a chair open and sits* -
Evan: Agreed. *looks down* ..There.
Adric: *is now a kitty again*
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Quintin: ..Thank you. -
Pastel: You did great.
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Verse: .. *suddenly relaxes* ..Well? -
Evan: Thank you. ^-^
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Quintin: I'd like to apologize for not asking you for permission. For taking your daughter as my girlfriend and taking her in bed, I mean. I should have asked. *dips head in shame* I'm sorry.. -
Pastel: When will he wake?
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Verse: *stares* It's fine. I got over it. I just- she's young. *shrugs* It don't matter anyways. She don't like me. -
Evan: ..I dunno.
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Quintin: ..She doesn't? *frowns* -
Pastel: *pokes Adric* Well..
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Verse: It seems like it.
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