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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:52 pm
*wraps blanket around miss Rose's shoulders* Here, maybe this will help.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 6:34 am
Where's my eject button.....? *sees her looking at me* I mean..... Why don't you go have some breakfast while I find a way to keep people out of my room.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 7:38 am
oooooh what's this button for? -pushes button and Jaxcam gets flung away- o.o emh.. -throws it away- I did nothing! <.< >.>
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:39 am
*gasps* Get out of my room, or I'll call the guards!
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:42 am
-gasp-s but this is my room and I have no guards...
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:51 am
Oh, yes, you're right. I guess I'll leave you alone then. Have a good night. *curtsies, leaving the room and out into the hall*
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:56 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 12:15 pm
Oh, good evening miss Jokerette. *curtsies* *walks towards the balcony and falls asleep against the wall*
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 12:24 pm
I'd wonder how on Earth a Gaia avatar had made its way into my room. Freak out and then probably huddle in a corner for a bit.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 12:51 pm
What if it was a beautiful living breathing avatar? lol
*wakes up but still half asleep* *feels warmth and instinctively cuddles next to it, not knowing it's a person*
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:14 pm
*mutters* I wish sir Fire Axel were here...
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:17 pm
im done drinking.....at least she is cute
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:19 pm
*kicks off roof* Hope I don't see you next Fall...
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:20 pm
*speaks telepathically* *What are you doing here sir Wolfmon?*
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:24 pm
Wrong person. *breaks roof under her feet* Hope you land well...
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