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Daemon · 09-19-2013, 11:07 AM

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Originally Posted by StarShine

WHAT EVEN--?!

Forrest just eyed the boy with big eyes. BIG, HORRORFUL EYES.

"NO!" There it was happening again, the scratching sensation. His arms were all prickled, and it was spreading to his legs. It was too much pressure. He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth, but it didn't help at all.

"I'm just saying it because you think I'm some weirdo ever since that train ride I just told you to stop but you kept insisting and I wanted to set things straight but you RUIN it again!" He folded his arms and held onto his robes to not scratch. Please. He couldn't scratch.

"What's wrong with you?!" There. He'd said something horribly rude. Ground, do you mind opening up into two to swallow him? It should be too embarrassing for even inanimate things to bear.

It was at least for Forrest. But he was still more angry and confused than he was embarrassed, so he just shook his head at Benjamin and turned his back to him to walk away.

Benzi blinked.

This boy REALLY needed to chi- OH OH HE WAS THE BOY FROM THE TRAIN. The corners of Benzi's mouth automatically went upwards but he really and truly tried not to look to amused since this boy was quite obviously having a fit. Poor guy. Benzi used to throw fits too.

BUT THEN HE WALKED AWAY. WHAT EVEN. You don't just WALK AWAY from BENZI. The mild insult went right over Benzi's head as he stomped towards the boy who was a Hufflepuff and turned him around, dropping his hand from the boy's shoulder immediately. "Look mate I dunno what I did but you really need to calm down. I don't think you're a weirdo. . . Well, no, I do, but that's fine!" Benzi said, surprising even himself with his words. Since when did he go around comforting wackos? Perhaps it was in the air here.

Though, if they became friends Benzi would really have to ask him what was up with the scratching thing because THAT had not been normal. Not at all.

09-19-2013, 11:07 AM	#91 (permalink)
Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,753 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aria Wallace Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eleanor von Brandt Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Declan Pascal Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brayla Stemp Gryffindor Seventh Year x4 x2	PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Quote: Originally Posted by StarShine WHAT EVEN--?! Forrest just eyed the boy with big eyes. BIG, HORRORFUL EYES. "NO!" There it was happening again, the scratching sensation. His arms were all prickled, and it was spreading to his legs. It was too much pressure. He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth, but it didn't help at all. "I'm just saying it because you think I'm some weirdo ever since that train ride I just told you to stop but you kept insisting and I wanted to set things straight but you RUIN it again!" He folded his arms and held onto his robes to not scratch. Please. He couldn't scratch. *"What's wrong with you?!"* There. He'd said something horribly rude. Ground, do you mind opening up into two to swallow him? It should be too embarrassing for even inanimate things to bear. It was at least for Forrest. But he was still more angry and confused than he was embarrassed, so he just shook his head at Benjamin and turned his back to him to walk away. Benzi blinked. This boy REALLY needed to chi- OH OH HE WAS THE BOY FROM THE TRAIN. The corners of Benzi's mouth automatically went upwards but he really and truly tried not to look to amused since this boy was quite obviously having a fit. Poor guy. Benzi used to throw fits too. BUT THEN HE WALKED AWAY. WHAT EVEN. You don't just WALK AWAY from BENZI. The mild insult went right over Benzi's head as he stomped towards the boy who was a Hufflepuff and turned him around, dropping his hand from the boy's shoulder immediately. "Look mate I dunno what I did but you really need to calm down. I don't think you're a weirdo. . . Well, no, I do, but that's fine!" Benzi said, surprising even himself with his words. Since when did he go around comforting wackos? Perhaps it was in the air here. Though, if they became friends Benzi would really have to ask him what was up with the scratching thing because THAT had not been normal. Not at all. __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end