Subject: .c.h.u.c.k.l.e. |
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Ferno
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Date Posted: 18:32:28 01/22/02 Tue
In reply to:
Shakiva
's message, "*shrillness*" on 18:28:31 01/22/02 Tue
The black chuckles, humor most misplaced in this situation. After slight hesitation, he turns and goes after her, although she quicker, his stride quickly eats up the track she had made. Shifting quickly in front, he gives her three options, Stop, Plow into Him, or lash out.
"Pip, there isn't going to be any cover there, and this is not going to be a strom to laugh about. Come with me, you can be mad at me all you want, but at least come on and get out of the rain."
He turns, picking up a moderate pace, heading back to his lands, giving her an option of following, or going back to where she was headed. Gait never falters, nor does he look back to see if she is coming.
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