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原先发布于：The Digital Dojo
8/29/2016 10:46:06 PM
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"Oh you are"says kimi
[i]keira is confused cause never met a bird that could talk let alone a bird with two heads[/i]
"Woah you can talk"says Keira
"Maybe you should down before you hurt yourself"says nanos
[i]he still holding on on her wrist making sure she doesn't fall over. Leyla finishes her beer [/i]
"Okay sketch
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*Sketch starts chugging another beer.* [u]Good idea.[/u] *She just sits down right where she is.* *Garry "Yeah. We don't know why I was programmed that way though and we don't have anything to try and alter my programming with..." -Well, I can't actually talk. I'm speaking telepathically.-
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-Well, I suppose that's understandable.- *Vorim walks up.* [u][b]Hi, did Malik surprise you?[/b][/u] *Sapphire just keeps sitting on the ground, looking up at him.* [u]Yuh gonna sit er yuh gonna stand?[/u] *Sketch finishes it and then falls over.*
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[u]Mhm![/u] *Sapphire keeps sitting there. Sketch hugs Leyla, half as a sign of affection and half to keep himself from falling over.* -I'm a mirror mirror bird. We're the only birds that can do that... At least, that I know of.-
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[i]leyla can feel him wobbling as he's hugging her. [/i] "Do you wanna sit down sketch so you dont fall"says leyla "Well its pretty unique there no animal where i come from that can talk"say keira [i]nanos just sits there[/i]
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*He keeps an arm around her and has started purring a little.* [u][b]They can copy how people look. He can only copy Leyla and Sketch though.[/b][/u] -I can also screech so loudly and high pitched that it can really hurt people.-
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-That's understandable, you can sneak around and hide under things. When Sketch loses control he tries to do the same thing but just knocks stuff over. I suppose that's a good thing considering he would have eaten me if he didn't knock a flowerpot off a table last time.- *Sketch continues sitting there, silent. He's too drunk to think of something to say next.*
