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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 18, 2007 23:24:49 GMT -5
((I have to head to bed..))
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Post by Koops on Sept 18, 2007 23:27:21 GMT -5
((Alright, good night.))
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 18, 2007 23:29:28 GMT -5
((I have to post once more in Dark business... but Novicane is taking her time **bounces up and down**))
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Post by Koops on Sept 19, 2007 18:38:52 GMT -5
((Lol. Yello!))
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 19, 2007 18:55:23 GMT -5
((Hi!!))
Pal scooted away from the fox, then sat there thinking. She was at the moment, trying to find a reasonable explination for the change. Thinking of absolutely nothing, she looked back over at the fox, her eyes narrowed.
"So you really are a demon? And want to go on a date with me?"
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Post by Koops on Sept 19, 2007 19:00:42 GMT -5
((XD))
He nodded his head curtly at what she said and sat on the other side of the couch, watching her curiously. Don't be to frightened, i'm really not that bad of a guy. Cyrus stated, he pawed his nose and his neck a bit, rubbing out his fur so it wasn't so messy.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 19, 2007 19:30:39 GMT -5
"Can you change back into a human? The talking in my head is freaking me out." Pal said quietly, looking at the fox. Her face was still pale, her black hair off setting that even more. Blinking, she tried to clear her head of all the thoughts and focus on the fox man in front of her. "I don't think you're a bad guy. And I"m not afraid of you." the last part was said stubbornly, her lip going down in a slight frown.
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Post by Koops on Sept 19, 2007 19:34:38 GMT -5
He turned back to normal, one arm hanging over the back of the couch and the other over the arm rest. "I see, that's why you screamed and backed away from me." Cyrus said sarcatically, smiling at her a nie white grin, he actually looked alright right now.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 23, 2007 20:10:21 GMT -5
"You suprised me..." Pal grumbled, glaring at Cyrus. She noticed it was much easier to glare at him in this form then in the fox form. Who could glare at a cute animal? She thought, even if it was talking to you in your head. "I don't get scared." Her natural stubborness was kicking in, protecting her from being made fun of.
Pal hated to be made fun of. Even calling her a girl in fun made her mad, wanting to punch whoever said it. Even though she was pretty, she didn't realize it, thinking of herself more of a guy than most people realized.
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Post by Koops on Sept 23, 2007 20:20:53 GMT -5
"Oh really? I thought everyone had a fear? Because if you don't have fear that means you're not human." Cyrus stated to Pal and grinned at her a bit, he slide overa little closer, she was far from the door now because he had it blocked. The fox demon had a sly grin on his face and decided he'd just leave her alone for awhile until she left if she was going to.
Cyrus then thought of something though and he chuckled softly to himself. "You're very magnificient, you know that? Your body, your attitude and your voice." He complimented, he was away from her so she couldn't hit him this time.
((Sorry for slow replies, I cut open one of my fingers with a kniv so i'm being slow.)
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 23, 2007 21:55:15 GMT -5
Pal was deep in thought when his voice came to her. She said nothing about the comment on her not being afraid of anything meaning she wasn't human. Then he scooted closer causing her to flinch inwardly. He then moved away from her, and she relaxed. That was until he spoke agian.
Her reaction to his words suprised her. A blush spread across her cheeks. Pal frowned, anger coming up in her agian. She, did not, DID NOT blush. Blushing was for girls. Pal was not a girl. No, she was a woman, a strong woman that could beat up most guys. But, why did that thought seem so strange to her?
"Take it back." She finally muttered, glaring at Cyrus from her place on the couch. Her fists were curled into fists at her side. Why she wanted to punch him she had no idea, for he had just complimented her. Yet, all that she could see was a little boy calling her a girl.
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Post by Koops on Sept 23, 2007 21:59:29 GMT -5
He smirked at this and shook his head slolwy, smiling at how feisty she was and then chuckled softly at some more thoughts. Cyrus leaned back onto the arm of the couch and watched Pal closely, eyes trailing up and down her body in a intense mannerism. Her body looks so good.
Cyrus smirked wodely. "Make me, beautiful. I'd love to hear your voice, it's wonderful to the ears you know, bloody amazing..." He complimented again, staring her in the eyes and holding in a chuckle of pure amusement.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 23, 2007 22:07:05 GMT -5
The teasing in his voice set her off. Her fist immediatly came up barreling toward him. Anger was all she was feeling at the moment, and the need to make something hurt, even if it was herself. At least that would make the hurt go away. Cyrus' words echoed though her head driving her forward, but most of all his smirk stuck in her mind. She HATED to be made fun of.
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Post by Koops on Sept 23, 2007 22:10:44 GMT -5
Cyrus caught her hand and pulled her to his body, grabbing her other hand as well and pinning her legs with one of his. "Why aren't we a feisty woman? You should try not to take it all in such a bad way, that could really hurt someone..." He muttered out, her face was close to his and he kissed her cheek gently, laughing softly and moving his face away to get a better look at the fuming woman on top of him.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 23, 2007 22:17:42 GMT -5
Cyrus movements were quick, and Pal was confused at her current position. Her anger had clouded her perception, and now she was pinned agianst the man she was still wanting to hurt. "I don't take it all bad. I don't like to be made fun of." She replied stubbonly, wiggling in his hold.
His hold was strong though, stronger than she had expected. He didn't look all that built, and she had been working most her life on her strength. Her heart was slowing though, anger still there but the need to punch someone fading. Struggling some more, she became more frustrated when she could break away from him.
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