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Post by Cladilla on Aug 20, 2008 16:30:55 GMT -5
((No prob))
She laughed, letting the phrase run through her head. Of course he didn't understand, neither did she. "Well if we're still looking for an apple, unless you know of a nearby orchard, then we'll have to wait till tomorrow, 'cause the cafeteria's closed." The gas mask the enclosed his face made her tense up a bit, but everytime she caught a glimpse of his eyes her nerves calmed, and the almost faint heart beat subsided.
"Are you planning on going to class tomorrow, or are you going to isolate yourself, you be a werewolf and all." Cladilla knew she would need to find a bed soon, 'cause if Matt wasn't planning on doing anything her classes didn't begin until late that afternoon.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 25, 2008 19:56:28 GMT -5
"A place like this never has a closing time, mate," Matt said from experience. There had been nights where he craved certain foods at ungodly hours that would have made a vampire cringe. Magical eateries had to be the best part of the school. "But if you're gettin' tired we can just head back to the dorms."
The Briton continued down the trail and spoke again, "I ain't a recluse 'till sundown." He hoped that everyone could deal with a short lycan for a day, but in all honesty, if they couldn't then it was going to be one long day for them. The day Matt cared about what other people thought was the day that pigs flew and he started to smell like sherbet.
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