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Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 02:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

A light laugh sent him rocking back slightly as he chucked the handkerchief at his friend. "Alright you. I get the point. No need to get snippy." Resting his feet back on the ground, he shook his head in mild amusement, his thoughts drifting back to his personal commitment to tell Kellen what had happened. "I understand...just...if you ever do need to talk. Please. You're my best friend."

"Darn right I am." He'd been a little worried that the pint-sized Hufflepuff had taken his spot while he was absent, but apparently it was still his. Good. He caught the handkerchief, spreading it carefully across his palm, "Hey, I talk to you. I do. Remember that whole thing with Neptune? I talked about that, didn't I?" Shortly before engaging in a paint war in the trees. Still, it counted as talking about it, in his books.

"Now. Dry your eyes!" It might as well have been a battle cry, as he shoved himself towards Sabel and pressed the handkerchief against the boy's face.

09-25-2010, 02:01 AM	#258 (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 Tazenhani A light laugh sent him rocking back slightly as he chucked the handkerchief at his friend. "Alright you. I get the point. No need to get snippy." Resting his feet back on the ground, he shook his head in mild amusement, his thoughts drifting back to his personal commitment to tell Kellen what had happened. "I understand...just...if you ever do need to talk. Please. You're my best friend." "Darn right I am." He'd been a little worried that the pint-sized Hufflepuff had taken his spot while he was absent, but apparently it was still his. Good. He caught the handkerchief, spreading it carefully across his palm, "Hey, I talk to you. I do. Remember that whole thing with Neptune? I talked about that, didn't I?" Shortly before engaging in a paint war in the trees. Still, it counted as talking about it, in his books. "Now. Dry your eyes!" It might as well have been a battle cry, as he shoved himself towards Sabel and pressed the handkerchief against the boy's face.