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ursprünglich gepostet in:Gydaton RP
8/13/2016 6:33:43 PM
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I'm actually not trying to. You're a friend and i do wanna help you out
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Maybe if I can get a ride on your back I'll consider cheering up [b]He pulls the glove off and wraps the arm back up with gauze while taking a few steps back[/b] That is if you can even lift me fleshy
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Relax, I can carry you. I carried you before, remember?
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Sure fleshy..but have you lost your touch? [b]He leans against the wall and shadows ripple like water across the surface[/b] I hope you live up to my expectations
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Mortar: I'm an Ex God. Of course I can live up to your expectations. *He crouches slightly, ready for you. Cyan chuckles a little* Cyan: I gotta admit, I've never seen Mortar like this. He must really like you.
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Bearbeitet von Forlorn Crow: 8/13/2016 7:47:33 PM[b]He climbs onto mortar's back laughing to himself and nuzzling Mortar's neck with a devilish grin that only cyan could see, he's planing something[/b] I suppose you have a point
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*He holds you with little to no difficulty* Mortar: Where to?
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I don't really care as long as I get to have some fun [b]He gives mortar a gentle kick in the ribs with his heel like he was horse or a mule[/b] Onward steed
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Mortar: Alright. The cafeteria isn't far away if you're hungry
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Hmm...sounds like a good idea [b]He wraps his arms around mortar and nuzzles his shoulder[/b]
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Cafe it is then. *Mortar walks to the Cafeteria, Cyan follows*
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[b]Lucifer's tail was wagging eagerly making it easy to pull if cyan wished to do so[/b] How much peanut butter do you think there is?
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Mortar: Probably a lot
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I kinda want a jar...except I can't smell where it is [b]His tail stops wagging and droops as he rests his head on Mortar's shoulder with a whine[/b]
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They probably vault it for anyone with allergies. *He pats your head a little*
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Well they can go to hell for their allergies [b]He sounded upset as he pushed mortar's hand away[/b]
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*Mortar raises an eyebrow* If they don't have any at the cafeteria I may know a place where you can get some...
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Bearbeitet von Forlorn Crow: 8/13/2016 9:12:36 PMI hope you aren't messing with me [b]He closes his right hand and his claws rip through the glove with a quiet pop[/b]
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I'm not man. *You reach the cafe*
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So where is it then? [b]He doesn't bother looking around and instead keeps his head on mortar's shoulder[/b]
