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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 5:06 pm
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Oliver really wanted to say that he'd finish it, but he kept it to himself. He wasn't about to show any further lack of self control. If he made it out of this night alive, it would be a goddamn miracle.
"I'm a human that turns into a raccoon." He said sharply, but regretted it. "For like, once a week out of every month. It sucks." No point in hiding it now, though, no matter how bad of an idea he felt it was. He watched Ted meander around the room harmlessly.
"Looking at the lo mein kinda makes me sick." He admitted. "I ate too much..." That admission was a lot quieter, mostly because he was embarrassed. "I'm just gonna, uh..."
He made a motion backwards towards the door, his form scooting backwards slowly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:05 pm
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"I wasn't threatening you." He huffed with a roll of his eyes, "I wouldn't wish this s**t on anyone. You know what it's like? You start getting these weird animal urges, someone tells you you're a moonwalker, and you're like 'man, I bet I'm a goddamn werebear or something, or a werecougar', and then here comes the full moon and it's like God himself descends from the heavens to give you a big personal <******** you." Oliver was not happy with being a raccoon, it seemed. "Big ol' middle finger, probably goes 'You are what you eat, sinner!'." He seemed exasperated as he hugged his knees to his chest.
"If it really bothers you, you can give me a ride." He admittedly quietly, "It'd probably be better anyway. If someone non-magic catches me..." His ears flicked, "Wait, are you magic?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:39 pm
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It was probably a smart idea, tossing the Lo Mein away (good bye, sweet prince). It was a tragedy, but some sacrifices were necessary for the greater good of things. "No, I won't." He shrugged, "But you might. People don't like magic that much, right? I guess you're not wrong about it being subtle though." Oliver sighed, "When it started for me, I just kept finding pills in my pockets."
Pause.
"Ibuprofen." He clarified quickly. "I've found that once you notice it's taken a hold, however, the quicker it starts to snowball into stuff you can't control." His were-syndrome. Shiloh being a noble. The list went on.
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