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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:35 pm
Caleb straightened the books. Stopped, hearing a hard quiet clicks on the hardwood floor. He turned around.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:37 pm
Marche squeaked, and began to scurry to the other side of the room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:42 pm
Caleb looked around, seeing nothing, but the soft clicks could still be heard.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:44 pm
The hare looked around, and smelled some crumbs of food.
It foudns some crumbs, but they were next to Caleb's feet, and Marche flinched.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:50 pm
Caleb heard more of the pitter-patter. He turned once again, looking to the ground. He saw the brown rabbit. He tilted his head slightly to the right.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:52 pm
Marche's ears lay flat agaisnt his head, and he barked, shivering to make himself look frightening.
[[Caleb is Marche's rival for Moe-boobs, really.]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:55 pm
Caleb lowered himself to get a better look at the rabbit. "....Your her rabbit, are you not?" He questioned.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:11 pm
Marche leaped forward to bite at the beak.
"Skree."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:14 pm
Caleb tried to pull the mask away. "I would let go, now."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:16 pm
Marche climbed onto Caleb's face, barking.
[[X'D]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:23 pm
Caleb raised his mask as the rabbit was on the beak of the mask.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:27 pm
Marche crawled over, clinging onto Caleb by digging his claws into the clothing next to the mask. He continued barking.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:33 pm
Caleb's arm rose in an attempt to take Marche off of his head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:35 pm
Marche bit Caleb's finger, and he cotninued squeaking in rage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:38 pm
Caleb withdrew his hand, then administered a quick smack with his free left hand at Marche. His right pointer finger felt hot, he looked at it to find that he was bleeding.
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