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[Zeke's out on the steps of the castle, smoking a smoke, looking just like this, facial hair and all. Hey, boy's been too lazy to shave, alright?

He'll blow some smoke away from the journals, dictating as usual.]This is pretty much what the winters looked like back home. Mounds and mounds of snow, air chilling you to the bone. The skies were gray

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[certae]

[ poofs out of nowhere and shows up in trashy animu victorian ]

Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh! So you still remembered that?

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[And he's coughing on some cigarette smoke inhaled too quickly at that introduction, eyes immediately up at Lambda.]

I remember a lot of things.

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[ she'll hop to the ground so he can look down for once ] Ufufufufu~ Still not used to that?

Very well, next time I'll try walking up.

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Yeah. Yeah, that's the one thing I don't remember-- your automatic, instant greetings. [A beat.] Not that I don't mind them...

[Long drag is long, and dropping the butt down for a good stomp.] Hey, I don't want to cramp your style, Strawberry. I have to be kept on my toes somehow.

[excalibured]

...They are not at the duck pond?

[WHAT? WHAT IS HIS ANGSTING SPOT WITHOUT DUCKS?! D: Yeah, that's the only reason he stopped to talk to you, you crazy coke pusher]

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[Former crazy coke pusher. AND NOW YOUR ANGST WILL FILL THE POND. "OH, WHERE'S ARTHUR?" ..."AT THE ANGST POND!"]

Haven't been for a while, now. Pretty sad.

[excalibured]

[Whatever, he blames you for the alien plague. LMAO. IT'S WAY BETTER THAN THE ROOF]

...Perhaps the castle removed them, as they do not fit the season. [It weirds him out otherwise. Then a pause] Or the dragon has eaten them.

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[Well, you are a jerk. HE'D BE GLAD YOUR PRECIOUS WATERFOWL ARE GONE IF HE KNEW YOU WERE THINKING SUCH THOUGHTS.]

Ah, dragon... Oh, right, right. Hey, residents have been prone to be immersed in crazy, too.

SINCE WE CLEARLY NEED MORE THREADS WITH THESE TWO sldkfjasdf

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Nice mustache.

[ Guess who is floating above you, Zeke. ]

And I'm pretty sure ducks migrate for the winter.

IT IS AWESOME, OKAY dfghjkl

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Nice... [VIEW] recollection of animal migration patterns.

:D <3333

[supertorso]

[ NO YOU CANNOT SEE UP HER SKIRT. She's wearing pants now. B| ]

Not that hard to remember that most birds fly south.

DITTO

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[YEAH, BUT GIRL IN FRONT OF YOU = ALWAYS GOOD. SUPER, EVEN.]

You'd think with this place, it'd be different.

what do you mean i'm already tagging you

[arakhnes]

[ walking towards the castle dressed like some ridic page boy because that's apparently all she can get away from peter or w/e.

will be spotting him and waving though. someone's in a good mood~ ]

Hmm, now how does that song go?

[ snapping fingers ]

super zeke tagging night GO!

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[He'll scoff at that, but hopefully not in a manner that would make him suspicious or anything.]

Ah... which one?

/transformation sequence!!

[arakhnes]

[ pausing in her step and still snapping her fingers. clearly feigning thinking. she'll hum a few bars. ]

Mmm mmm... come runnin' just as fast as they can...

[ CHEESY JOKE COMING UP... ]

/SPARKLES!!!!

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[Yeah, no... He's totally tilting his head up at Jessica, just-- watching, staring, even. In complete interest. He's going to let you finish that thought.]

[brdskllwarrior]

[Stepping out, she's one of those chicks who's opted to raid her guy friends' closets instead of persist with corsets and crinoline (once was enough. Honestly.), so have her in this]

[After seeing Zeke, she'll stoop and grab a handful of snow, hoping he won't notice her trying to make pack it together in what is her closest approximation of a snowball]

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[Not at all, dear! He'll just be looking down, flicking some ashes... Thinking about a giant olive-- WHAT?]

[brdskllwarrior]

[Okay, her snow-packing skills need serious work, but her aim is spot on. Hurling snowballblob at your back now!]

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[NGG-- NO, HIS CIGARETTE! He drops it from the surprise attack, immediately straightening his posture and looking around...]

H-hey! [Staring at you, 7. Except not really all that pissed. Just another victim of a snowball attack.]