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Post by .:Shadow:. on Mar 16, 2008 13:45:38 GMT -5
"If you do not wish you say anymore, I wont ask for more."
Her tone was soft as it hummed in his mind. So, he did not have to say more; good. Chocolate voids studied the female for the first time head-on as he tried to figure her out. To his own surprise, he could tell that his question gave her quite the start. For some reason, even before she replied to him, Tux knew what her answer would be but showed no sign that he knew, only interest in her answer to come.
Enjoying the quiet he was until an excited voice broke in.
"Yes, Tux, I'd love to be your friend!"
The male could not help but smile in a wolfish grin. Never before had he asked anyone what he had asked her, and never before had anyone accepted to be his friend. A dark cranium poised itself perfectly level with Memory's as voids stared into voids. What he was doing, was trying to see into her soul in only a way that he could. This was basically the first contact he held with her. He listened contently at her raised vocals. "What would you like to do?" Tux asked her, now staring into the sky.
The sun was directly over them now to mark high-noon. The rays shined down and reflected off of the pond, sending colors everywhere. And their reflections were vibrant and so alive. Turtles began to make their way from the deep to the shallows to bask in it. Only a slight breeze tinted the air now, bringing with it the pure winter smell. A black tail shifted back and forth as a body raised itself in the air to stretch.
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(.| Robin |.)
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Im dreaming, Dreaming. I can't stop. Im lost in my own grey dreams.%\2\%
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Post by (.| Robin |.) on Apr 1, 2008 20:23:18 GMT -5
Her first real friend in this land. She couldn't help wanting to jump in the air and queal, good thing she didn't.. that would be an odd sight. There was a half grin plastered on Memory's face.
"What would you like to do?" The one kind sentence danced in her brain. What would you like to do? What would you like to do? What would what you like to do? Over and over again. Yes, it was a simple question.. But at that moment, not for Memory.
"Umm.. I.. I.. actually don't really care what."
Her words struggled out of Memory's muzzle, as if it was extremly hard to say.. but of course, they weren't.
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