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"No one ever talks to me, /no I don't/."

2015-10-25 12:33:27

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"No one talks to me either. Lance is the popular one."

2015-10-25 12:34:49

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"Of course he is, he's Lance. Even if they aren't talking to you right now, you know them."

2015-10-25 12:35:33

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"I know /of/ them, but I don't /know them/ know them."

2015-10-25 12:36:08

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"That's still something."

2015-10-25 12:36:36

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"Not really."

2015-10-25 12:36:52

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"Jesus, I'm really getting tired of--ahhhh...!" There was a sharp pain in my gut and I doubled over, clutching it. Ow, ow, why is...?!

2015-10-25 12:38:07

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She raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

2015-10-25 12:39:13

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Shit. Ow. It must be.... "Nothing--/ah/." My nose grew, but right now I didn't care.

2015-10-25 12:40:08

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"Well, whatever it is, lying obviously isn't going to help."

2015-10-25 12:40:46

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"It's just a stomachache." I'm scared of this. I don't want her to see how freaky it is, not when she's actually been talking to me. It grew again.

2015-10-25 12:42:00

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"Sure. Stomachache."

2015-10-25 12:42:38

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"It -- it's fine. I'm fine." Fuck, it's at least a foot long now. That's as long as it's gotten.

2015-10-25 12:43:27

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"Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that."

2015-10-25 12:44:01

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The pain lessened and I managed to straighten a bit. "I /will/. Whatever, I've found out what happened to Lucinda, I'm leaving." I turned towards the door, one hand on my hardening diaphragm, and pushed it open with my foot.

2015-10-25 12:47:16

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Sarandiel entered the shop a little cautiously. Obviously, Ivory doesn't like them. They planned to try and fix that. At the moment, their nose was buried behind a fairly thick graphic novel with a black and red cover entitled "Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer". Mostly as a shield, but they /had/ read it three times now. They wore a navy-patterned-with-white-stars sweater of the same variety as the blindingly green one in...maybe an attempt to /not/ blind her. And not be killed on sight.

2015-10-26 03:08:31

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Alone again. That was okay. Ivory now started to enjoy the total peace and quiet of her environment as well as her own mind. Her gaze looked up from her laptop when she heard the shop door enter. Oh for fu- "Yes? What is it?"

2015-10-26 03:12:49

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"Hello! Here." They lowered the book a little and tossed her a wrapped candy. A soft mint.

2015-10-26 03:26:31

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Reluctantly, she took the mint. "Sweets isn't going to tell me what you want."

2015-10-26 03:28:59

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"It helps get the point across, though. I just wanted to talk. Maybe not get hit long enough to do that."

2015-10-26 03:32:20

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"About?"

2015-10-26 03:33:01

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"Just...talk. Don't you like small talk? There are a couple of things I might like to explain, too, but only if you want me to."

2015-10-26 03:34:04

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"Not really. I just want you out at this point."

2015-10-26 03:35:04

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"Don't let the sun fall on your anger. Just give me a chance? You know for a fact I can't be /that/ bad."

2015-10-26 03:36:14

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"Yes you can."

2015-10-26 03:36:50