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Post by ibrevity on Oct 9, 2010 15:14:25 GMT -5
A smooth chuckle drifted out of Queen's throat and she smirked at him, amused at his awkward reply to her comment. Flicking her tail back and forth, she studied him.
"Ah, then perhaps this conversation was destined to be." A sly wink accompanied her entertained words. She pulled both her sleek ears forward and looked him curiously over. "I like you. You're as different as... well, me." She chuckled again, and her dark eyes reflected. "But you seem to have a bit of a... luck problem." Her gaze drifted to his haunches. "Now doncha?"
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Post by 3B on Oct 13, 2010 16:54:28 GMT -5
Cautious green eyes followed Queen's red tail.
"... Perhaps. I... I don't think I'm all that different... Well, other than.... But yeah... luck...." He awkwardly trailed off, feeling extremely stupid. His inability to string together a coherent sentence out of his trainwreck of thoughts was obviously becoming an open door for the ewe to waltz in and trample him. Not to mention the tell-tale blood that was still steadily trickling down his groin and onto his loins....
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