Dean is gonna scream like a little girl that's what he's gonna do. Throwing his hands up in the air and jumping backwards and ~everything~. He also turns around to run, but promptly trips over his own feet and falls sprawling to the floor.
There he curls into a fetal position, hands held defensively above his head. "Oh golly oh golly oh please don't eeeeat me!" he whimpers staring at this ~horrible monster~ in fear.
If the chocobo ~cared to investigate~, it might find something edible in Deans ~pockets~ ....
"Oh golly jee wilikers, it's gonna eeeat meeee!" Hank wailed as the chocobo started nosing him with its beak.
He screws his eyes tight shut and expects death, painful death to come at any moment, but when it doesn't, he cautiously peels open one eye and peaks at the giant yellow menace. .... if he didn't know better, he'd say it was acting like a puppy, trying to nose into his pockets looking for food ...
Cautiously, Dean slips a hand into one pocket and pulles out a totally squashed nutty buddy. Trying to move slowly so as not to call the beasts attention, he breaks off a piece and holds it out towards the chocobo. "Nice monster-thing ... good monster-thing ..." Brock and Hank aren't there, and he's being as brave as he can darn it, so he tries not to pay attention when his voice cracks in fear.
"Go fetch boy!" he flings the bit of squashed candy bar away from himself, and ducks, hoping the chocobo will follow it ...
Roast Beef was pretty drunk. He was acting too much like Ray, but he was separated from his woman and his AIBO and all kinds of good stuff, and the chivas here were for free.
"What's wrong with you you, little tiny Mr. Rogers? You got no friends in this here neighborhood?"
"Eee!" Dean jumped and squealed quite un-manishly as a voice came out of nowhere. He flailed around, looking for the source of the voice.
When he didn't see anyone, he started to tremble in fear. "Hello? Are you a ghost?" Dean was whispering because ~that is what you do when you talk to ghosts~.
Whimpering was next. "Pleeease, leave me alone, I'm too young to diiiie D:"
Roast Beef knew what to do when someone thought he was a ghost.
"As a matter of fact I am a spirit and I am hella pissed off and full of otherworld rage and shit", Roast Beef said. "I'm gonna beat the hell outta you with my powers of beyond the grave."
This time Dean for sure screamed like a girl. He also threw his arms over his face, as if that would protect him from ghostly attack.
"Why does this always happen to meeee!: he wailed. Then, after a pause, "Wait, so what kind of a ghost are you anyway? Are you like a ghost piarate, cuz we totally had to fight some ghost pirates once, except it turned out they weren't really pirates but a bunch of guys dressed up in pirate costumes with nifty special effects that made the look like ghosts, except then there was a real ghost of this old guy my grandpa knew that my dad accidentally brought back with his like time reversal ray thingingy so I guess he doesn't really count as a real ghost anyway Brock took care of him bam pow man I wish I had Brock here with me he could take care of anything like this other time we were at this haunted pyramid and there were like these mummies and mummies are kind of like ghosts aren't they anyway they sure were angry but Brock showed them what's what and then there was this other time that
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There's a chocobo staring at Dean.
What does he do?
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There he curls into a fetal position, hands held defensively above his head. "Oh golly oh golly oh please don't eeeeat me!" he whimpers staring at this ~horrible monster~ in fear.
If the chocobo ~cared to investigate~, it might find something edible in Deans ~pockets~ ....
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It can't really understand you, so keep on screaming.
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He screws his eyes tight shut and expects death, painful death to come at any moment, but when it doesn't, he cautiously peels open one eye and peaks at the giant yellow menace. .... if he didn't know better, he'd say it was acting like a puppy, trying to nose into his pockets looking for food ...
Cautiously, Dean slips a hand into one pocket and pulles out a totally squashed nutty buddy. Trying to move slowly so as not to call the beasts attention, he breaks off a piece and holds it out towards the chocobo. "Nice monster-thing ... good monster-thing ..." Brock and Hank aren't there, and he's being as brave as he can darn it, so he tries not to pay attention when his voice cracks in fear.
"Go fetch boy!" he flings the bit of squashed candy bar away from himself, and ducks, hoping the chocobo will follow it ...
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"What's wrong with you you, little tiny Mr. Rogers? You got no friends in this here neighborhood?"
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When he didn't see anyone, he started to tremble in fear. "Hello? Are you a ghost?" Dean was whispering because ~that is what you do when you talk to ghosts~.
Whimpering was next. "Pleeease, leave me alone, I'm too young to diiiie D:"
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"As a matter of fact I am a spirit and I am hella pissed off and full of otherworld rage and shit", Roast Beef said. "I'm gonna beat the hell outta you with my powers of beyond the grave."
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"Why does this always happen to meeee!: he wailed. Then, after a pause, "Wait, so what kind of a ghost are you anyway? Are you like a ghost piarate, cuz we totally had to fight some ghost pirates once, except it turned out they weren't really pirates but a bunch of guys dressed up in pirate costumes with nifty special effects that made the look like ghosts, except then there was a real ghost of this old guy my grandpa knew that my dad accidentally brought back with his like time reversal ray thingingy so I guess he doesn't really count as a real ghost anyway Brock took care of him bam pow man I wish I had Brock here with me he could take care of anything like this other time we were at this haunted pyramid and there were like these mummies and mummies are kind of like ghosts aren't they anyway they sure were angry but Brock showed them what's what and then there was this other time that ( ... )
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