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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 13:17:19 GMT -5
He frowns, puts his bowl back.
Pancakes, chocolate icecream, all kinds of fruit, baklava, tiramisu, and a soufflé.<br> As he turns his bowl up, he looks at the girls.
... yeah.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 14:56:33 GMT -5
He frowns, puts his bowl back.Pancakes, chocolate icecream, all kinds of fruit, baklava, tiramisu, and a soufflé.<br> As he turns his bowl up, he looks at the girls.... yeah. *The ordered items appear, though a few spill off his plate and onto the table. It startles Skirt. Kyliki laughs a little.* It's nice to meet you. Shame you won't be staying.Y-y-y-yeah. You'd p-p-probably like it here.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:02:49 GMT -5
He gives the food a grin and stuffs some baklava into his mouth.
In a bloody child factory? I wasn't dropped on my head.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 15:06:26 GMT -5
He gives the food a grin and stuffs some baklava into his mouth.In a bloody child factory? I wasn't dropped on my head. *Skirt looks around nervously - not an uncommon state for her, and probably unrelated to what Widifor said. Kyliki raises an eyebrow at him.* Child factory? What do you mean by that?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:10:46 GMT -5
He keeps eating baklava and icecream and anything else, so his mouth is too full to speak. It looks like he hasn't eaten in days. He grumbles some noise and gestures at the children all around.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 15:15:12 GMT -5
*Skirt begins to attack her food with the frenzy energy she showed earlier, while Aber wraps up eating. Kyliki smiles.*
I felt the same way when I first came here. Still, it's nice after awhile - no worries about food, friends, warm bed...it's easy to get used to.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:21:59 GMT -5
He glances up at her and swallows his food.
You're a freaking brain-washed idiot.
He takes another bite and speaks with his mouth full.
And pampered.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 15:27:26 GMT -5
He glances up at her and swallows his food.You're a freaking brain-washed idiot. He takes another bite and speaks with his mouth full.And pampered. *She laughs.* Be that as it may, I could still kick your ass.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:31:20 GMT -5
He shrugs.
You're welcome to try, angel.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 15:32:50 GMT -5
He shrugs.You're welcome to try, angel. *She laughs again.* Tough guy. So, where you gonna go once you leave?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:35:02 GMT -5
He finally finishes his food- he's eaten everything. He licks the bowl clean.
Get my sword, not that it's any of your business.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 15:39:02 GMT -5
He finally finishes his food- he's eaten everything. He licks the bowl clean.Get my sword, not that it's any of your business. *She orders herself a light breakfast, just some biscits and bacon.* Put your bowl down and ask again if you want more.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:42:55 GMT -5
He puts his bowl upside down and grins.
Fifty gallons of maple sirrup.
He leaves the bowl for another to turn and gets up. Without saying goodbye, he starts making for the exit.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 15:49:39 GMT -5
He puts his bowl upside down and grins.Fifty gallons of maple sirrup. He leaves the bowl for another to turn and gets up. Without saying goodbye, he starts making for the exit. *Skirt licks her chops and lets out a barking laugh. She loves pranks. The other two just roll their eyes. The look they give each other is one shared between more then friends. Aber gets up with a nod and walks up behind Widifor.* You headed out? That's cool. If you need a place to stay again, drop on by.*A half orc sits down and orders something, then picks up the bowl...and is drenched in maple syrup, much to Skirt's delight. The half-orc swears, violently, and then says "Finished," and the syrup vanishes.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 15:53:24 GMT -5
He gives Aber a glare.
Maybe if I fall on my head.
He walks away.
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