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Post by akutare on May 24, 2007 18:37:16 GMT -5
Taro at outside his home, chugging down one of his milk bottles he happened to get today from his allowance. He earned it well it seemed also.
His dad was busy sweeping the front porch from some prinnies and other monsters. Hanoko wasn't in site. Maybe she was with Rosenlinde or helping mom with tonight's.. dinner.
He grinned a satifised smirk as he finished his milk and whiping his mouth off. He cappe dthe empty bottle and tossed it in a bin.
However, a certain weird frog was near. He smiled shly.
"Hey Tink..." The horned moo boy said.
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Darkramon
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Post by Darkramon on May 24, 2007 18:44:00 GMT -5
"Oh! Hello, Taro!" Tink exclaimed as he floated over to Taro and gave him a brief smile. "What are you up to?" Tink asked as he looked around, checking to make sure Adel or Rosalind weren't nearby. He wanted to have some time where they were nowhere near him. He was tired of being bossed around. "Taro.." Tink began, "You.. haven't seen ze princess... have you? Or that buffoon of a brother of yours..?"
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Post by akutare on May 24, 2007 18:54:20 GMT -5
"No, I havn't, sorry." He said giving a sigh. "Though, it's quiet without my sister. Even papa is giving a sigh of relife because of it.
He took out another milk jug and uncapped it. He started to drink it.
"I'm kinda bored also. I wanna do something, but I don't want to get into trouble. Though, I'm a demon..."
Elsewere...
Akutare dropped a green satchal bag down and pulled out it's contents. It was two sandwhiches and two bottles of water. One for him and one for his director.
They were low on food and cash, yet again. He sent Olber, the gunner out for hunting a while ago, but the kid never returned. He sighed.
"Hey, uh.. do you think Olby will come back? You know. I hope he isn't feeding his face again."
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Darkramon
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Post by Darkramon on May 24, 2007 19:10:56 GMT -5
Tink lazily floated backwards, his arms behind his head. "So am I, but I am enjoying zis kind of boredom. No princess or buffoon to tell me what to do. Zis is wonderful..." He looked up at the sky and sighed. "But if we can do somzing worthwhile, such as messing with ze pretty girls, count me in." Tink closed his eyes and reclined in mid air.
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Post by akutare on May 27, 2007 18:17:28 GMT -5
Taro nodded and looked towards Tink.
"Do you think we'd run into anyone?" he asked. He seemed a bit shakey about it.
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Post by Darkramon on May 27, 2007 18:47:16 GMT -5
Tink opened his eyes and yawned. "Yes.. I do believe we would run into somebody. Be it monster, princess, your evil sister, or ozerwise.." Tink closed his eyes again, waving his hand lazily. "Zere are a bunch of demons here, now. You have to remember zat." He trailed off and gave a dismissive sigh as he quieted down.
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Post by akutare on May 28, 2007 17:21:00 GMT -5
"What if we run into that crazy man in the white coat? He has a kid around my age who has a scar. I am pretty sure we can kick the man in the white coat's butt, though!'
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Post by Darkramon on May 28, 2007 19:01:45 GMT -5
Tink laughed hysterically. "What? Zat ozer buffoon, Akutare? He's no match for Tink! What do you mean by some ozer kid around your age with a scar? I don't think I've seen him. If I have, I probably didn't pay much attention to zem."
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Post by akutare on Jun 4, 2007 19:50:51 GMT -5
"I only seen the kid. HE wasn't truly bad just very.. loyal to Akutare."
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Post by Darkramon on Jun 4, 2007 20:09:58 GMT -5
Tink crossed his arms and shook his head in disapproval. "I don't know how someone could be loyal to him.." He sighed, shrugged, and looked at the sky. "But.. I guess it just depends on what you think of him.." Tink muttered something at an inaudible level; but, judging on how low and deep his voice was, he wasn't saying anything worth hearing.
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