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Ashwinder · 09-15-2010, 04:02 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"Well, er," Fletcher chewed on his lip in hard concentration now. What had Neptune said? "You shoulda been nicer to her. And paid her more attention. She was only tempting the tentacula in an attempt to get your attention."

YEAH THERE WE GO. Say that last sentence seven times really swiftly, Stern.

"She's a gir--- a lady. Of course she wouldn't have fists of steel." Fletcher folded his arms and stared long, mean and hard at the injured Claw. He was developing a lovely bruise over one eye now. Cheya. That is how it is done.

It took a lot of effort, but Kellen's brain eventually convinced his body that it would be a good idea to sit up. He did, ignoring the stare in favour of cupping a hand over his injured eye, "She does that."

Really, his mind was more concerned with going over the contents in his trunk. Was bruise balm among them? He couldn't remember.

Which, really...

"Why are you still here?" he grumped. "Don't you have other unsuspecting students to deck?" Some gentleman.

09-15-2010, 04:02 AM	#35 (permalink)
Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "Well, er," Fletcher chewed on his lip in hard concentration now. What had Neptune said? "You shoulda been nicer to her. And paid her more attention. She was only tempting the tentacula in an attempt to get your attention." YEAH THERE WE GO. Say that last sentence seven times really swiftly, Stern. "She's a gir--- a lady. Of course she wouldn't have fists of steel." Fletcher folded his arms and stared long, mean and hard at the injured Claw. He was developing a lovely bruise over one eye now. Cheya. That is how it is done. It took a lot of effort, but Kellen's brain eventually convinced his body that it would be a good idea to sit up. He did, ignoring the stare in favour of cupping a hand over his injured eye, "She does that." Really, his mind was more concerned with going over the contents in his trunk. Was bruise balm among them? He couldn't remember. Which, really... "Why are you still here?" he grumped. "Don't you have other unsuspecting students to deck?" Some gentleman.