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Post by HungryHunter on May 4, 2015 21:00:35 GMT
There it was, that joking taunt. And right when she was going to leave! "Oh, as if. I'm staying five feet away from your crotch at all times." She gave him a smile as she picked up her boxed food and walked to the door. "Good bye Chase. Maybe I'll see you again some time." And with that, she was outside.
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Post by waybig1010101 on May 4, 2015 21:35:12 GMT
"Five feet won't be enough of a distance!" yelled Chase to Marceline standing outside his apartment. He smiles towards the door and rubs his cat's ears a bit before saying, "I need to feed you too don't I buddy?" Chase goes to one of his cabinets and when he opens it and takes out Creon's food. As he feds his adorable pet, he looks outside to gaze at the sky. His mind goes back to the events that have recently occurred. "I wonder how long I'm going to be able to stay in this world." said Chase to himself. Looking behind him in a serious tone he says, "You would know right Creon." Creon looks up and appears to have a grin on his face before going back to his food.
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Post by HungryHunter on May 5, 2015 1:24:28 GMT
Marceline flipped Chase off with a smile on her face and kept going. Well that was heartbreaking. Within about thirty minutes, she opened a peeling door and saw the contents of her purse scattered over the floor. Wallet (mostly empty), condoms (she could never be too careful), and a needle (she had forgotten it was in there). It was a minor mess, but she knew why it was made and the thought worried her. If there were actually something dangerous in here, a bored Cosmina could have hurt herself, or just stolen something that wasn't hers for fun. She glanced to the couch, where Cosmina was still lying, now making balloon animals out of some of the stolen condoms. She sighed deeply as her sister tossed aside a giraffe and reached for another "balloon".
"Oh Cosmina... what the hell am I going to do with you?"
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Huntsman fluttered away from the bed, disappointed. Ron didn't seem any happier. "So that's what you've got, for all your bragging!" Ron hissed, grouchily shoving himself back into his boxers. Huntsman felt the last of his good will fade. What he had craved his entire life had proven fumbling and ruinous, and instead of being understanding and wanting to try again, not just for Huntsman's sake but his own, Ron had to be spiteful. Was that all he could be? Was the kindness on the surface fake? Huntsman cared little for the answers to these questions at the moment. He was hurt and bitter, and he just wanted this spiteful wasp out of his hair. "Get out, Ron." He growled.
Ron realized his mistakes and began to pull his boxers down again. "Wait, Huntsman. Can we try again? I'm sure we can-" "Keep those on! Get out of my bedroom! Go play with Eve if you want another go!" So many things he thought he'd never say. "Get the fuck out! You ruined sex!" Too frustrated to face Ron anymore, he turned and walked outside, slithering down the stairs. He noticed Malcolm's horrified stare and instead of growing clothing, just became utterly inhuman. "Do I have any assignments? I need to kill something?"
Malcolm, still horrified, looked at his computer. "Uh... yes. Eve assigned you to take a tribe of Gargoyles down in Tours." Huntsman grinned, a horrible thing on his skinless face. "Perfect." He grabbed a teleportation scroll on the wall and opened it. "Oh, and if Ron doesn't leave within an hour, kindly boot him out." Huntsman was gone again, leaving nothing but stunned and miserable young men behind him.
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