Jun 17, 2011 22:06
tricklesdown: teagan,
gentlydone: elliot,
curiouser_x2: alice liddell,
fluffycurse: caleb,
wigglesalong: tristan knight,
musikaith: dechá,
fearsomefaith: gideon southey,
thedarkblues: cecily oxford,
#necklaces,
abattyowl: nector,
- members,
*action,
cardinalyellow: gaspar justo,
illioundersky: illio,
wouldntthatbe: jerry redmond,
bookofworlds: payton,
larceny_and: tyranny,
duplicar: salem,
a_littlelight: aaron parker,
firstlaugh: tinker bell,
howaverage: emilia gorski
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I propose no harm. [His hand drops to his side.] May I speak with you, stranger?
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Certainly, sir!
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[Tinker Bell continues to gesticulate and dart around the man's head, admonishing him with all the indignation she can muster, before darting close enough to pinch his left ear emphatically]
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That grass already dead when I stepped on it.
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[ Tyranny is disgusted by the earth and dirt beneath her feet, misses the familiarity of her makeup on her skin, and the silken smoothness of her usual clothes. This stuff is scratchy. Like a burlap sack. She isn't in the most charitable of moods. ]
I can safely say I've never before seen a grown man make such a moronic spectacle of himself as you just did.
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