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[1stclass_puppy]

[There is a little boy, not much older than five, up in a tree. A tall, tall tree, where a little boy like him should not be. He is climbing up to the top, cradling something against his chest. And his materia orbs are all over the ground below.]

Comments

[congratulating]

[trips over materia, but picks it up instead of getting upset -- oooh, shiny, gonna slam them together and see what happens]

[1stclass_puppy]

Nnnhey! Dun do that!

[congratulating]

Why?

[1stclass_puppy]

They're mine!

[congratulating]

Not while you're in that tree they're not.

[1stclass_puppy]

Are too! You're being mean!

[congratulating]

[Nyyyah :P!]

[1stclass_puppy]

[sniffles]

[congratulating]

If you come down, I'll give you some back~

[1stclass_puppy]

I gotta do something first.

[congratulating]

What?

[1stclass_puppy]

I gotta put this birdie back in his nest.

[congratulating]

Oh~?

[1stclass_puppy]

Yeah!

[congratulating]

How nice.