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 Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 10:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:30 am
Dwale wakes up in the bathroom and wonders where its keys are, and how the pink bows ended up in its hair.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 9:06 am
Kitty walks in, notices Dwale and giggles.
"whoops, suppose I forgot to give these back, neh?"
Kitty dangles the keys in the air with her tail~
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:18 am
"s'ok," Dwale says dazedly, "I seem to have stayed overnight. Ah. If you wouldn't mind letting me have that?" Its paw is offered below a hopeful expression.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:25 am
jejejeje ...-sits- mhuaaaaaaaaaajjajajajajajajajja- gets up and walks around- jejejejejejejejejejejejejejjeje- sits on the sofa-
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:41 am
It wonders what this previously-unnoticed person has been smoking and where this substance might be attained.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:31 am
-jumps of the sofa and body slams the floor-
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:39 am
"Oh!" Approaching warily, Dwale offers a paw, tail tucked in as though in 'fight-or-flight' mode, "Are you ok? That looked like it hurt."
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:02 pm
-stand up and all the bones on his body made a caking sound-
im ok got exited that is alll
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:28 pm
"I see...and if you don't mind my asking, what, in particular, are you so excited about?"
It ponders the benefits of stage-diving without a crowd...or a stage. The implications convince it to pour itself a drink.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 1:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 2:39 pm
Yawns and sits up right in his chair. "That was good sleep..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:19 pm
Kitty stretches and boredly flings the keys in Dwale's general direction.
"here ya go hon"
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:39 pm
"Don't -!" Dwale swats the air, missing the keys by about a second and by several inches, and they collide with its chest. "Oww. Thanks. I don't catch very well." It smiles sheepishly.
Whether not being able to catch things has anything to do with alcohol consumption is debatable. (Hint: Nope...)
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:39 pm
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