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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:55 am
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Leslie visibly flinched as she talked, also making a face. His whiskers twitched, and that also made him flinch, taking a moment to paw (literally paw!) at his face for a second, baffled by them.
"Fair ******** enough," he replied, "you're a bit of a shouty ********." She was floating around kind of like a cotton candy slash bubble slash ghost (which, maybe she was? They were uh. A thing.)
"A cat?" he guessed, looking at his hands, inspecting them. Leslie was not, in fact, doing a very good job of convincing anyone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 2:39 am
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"Weeell considering how many ******** I gave about school, I can't say I ******** blame you for that. I don't even go here, tell you the ******** truth. I quit, because learning is stupid."
It was, well. Basically the truth. "Pretty new to this existence s**t, I guess. And I dunno. You tell me." Leslie waggled his claws at her, nose twitching, ears flicking. His tail had two pieces to it, at the end, which he'd never seen before. It was like someone had chopped it with an exacto knife at the very end, and let it grow out.
"Did you wake up? Knowing what you were?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:02 am
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Leslie gave her a long, long stare. "That's the most retarded thing I've ever heard," he said, yowling and yanking the tail away, bristling from head to toe. The yowl hadn't even been on purpose: it was just a thing he did when people touched him, probably an ingrained reflex from all of Abbi's Abbi-ing.
"A nekowhat now? And hey, anyway. That's what school is for or whatever. Not like I want to learn but that is the place you do it. This place sure is ******** weird. You don't seem stupid to me at all."
He was taken aback by her smile, but didn't offer one back, just turned his gaze to the ground. "I guess you're not such an awful b***h at all, but I don't think the help I need is gonna be found here."
This was the worst. Why were these things like human beings?
We've always been, you know. For as long as humans, we think. But we don't remember. But it makes sense. We are what is under the bed. And we hunger, youngling. We are so, so hungry.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:27 am
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"Aw, thanks, but your letters are neat and s**t. It's something about the words? I don't know. Never bothered to ask, it's just a thing."
Leslie let out a low whistle, impressed. "Man, you're so ******** lucky. I want free things. I want free money." Never mind that Abbi had paid for the vast majority of Chicago, and also his new wardrobe. They weren't exactly things he wanted, anyway, and there was nothing that topped getting cash. "Yeah, but hey, that just means more to take. Since they weren't using it and s**t, I might as well."
It might explain why random stuff sure did seem to disappear around Deus Ex.
Leslie was also part of the overarching Fridge Problem.
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