Christmas is coming...
My Christmas tree is up, the Nightmare Before Christmas decorations hang happily beside the boys from South Park, there are presents... Every time you turn on the MTV Christmas channel you're treated to "All I Want For Christmas" by Mariah Carey...
Soon it will be time for "Love Actually" to appear on TV. I do love "Love Actually", actually.
And to help you, my Minions, prepare for this holiday season, we at Skulduggery Towers have made for you a Christmas card that you can send out into the digital world. Because we're nice like that.
http://skulduggerypleasant.co.uk/ecard/
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*Chucks a snowball at Alastair*
Aw you're just a party pooper.
(If you like pain, that is..)
(Hunter: Okay. Star's googling reveals that reflection is fair enough, but by rights, your bat should still melt, unless you're using magic to keep in intact.)
Hunter: *better aimed at him than aimed at his stockpile*
Wow.
Hi, Blake.
Thank you.
*notices Velvet running up behind him (I can sense people, it's not hard) and picks up snowballs from his stockpile, firing at her*
(Otherwise torture would be worse)
*grins* FAntastic! :)
*is promptly bombarded by snowballs from Hunter and Blake*
*repositions her umbrella and returns fire*
(*hugs Silente tightly*)
*chucks a snowball at Blake*
Or not.
(*hugs Taia back*)
(Hi, Silente. :)
Sorry, Star didn't notice you weren't here before.)
(Hello Hunter. Its okay. I tend to blend into the background.)
No problem, Hunter.
*Shadows snake along the ground, running behind Taia where they turn into a replica of Blake. The replica begins throwing snowballs of its own accord, locking Taia in a crossfire*
(@Silente: That's kind of a good thing this time, though. It makes people think you're all-seeing.)
*replicas? Clones? Ice-powers?*
*Hunter's kind of annoyed* *he's used to being powerful*
*he chucks another snowball at Taia's umbrella*
(I'm not all seeing.)
(Of course not, and be glad. It would be hell.)
*A shadow catches the snowball in midair. He slowly turns to look at Hunter*
Very well.
*Darkness caries him back a few paces, where shadow hands immediately set to work building a large and well fortified snow fort. From the center he launches volley after volley at both Taia and Hunter*
(The replica is really just regular necromancy shaped to look like Blake.)
(*builds a tiny crown out of snow and sets it on Silente's head*
*to help with the Vampire Queen title*)
NAHHHH.
*throws and bats between the Blakes, being pelted with snowballs all the while*
(Indeed..)
(Hello Blake)
*looks at Blake and sighs*
*Ez has, once again, proven to be right about life*
*chucks a light-and-heat-beam at Blake's snow fort*
And thank you to you too.
(Sorry for poofing!)
*waves her arm at Blake and a wall of snow crashes into him*
*proved
*keeps batting snowballs away from Taia, giving her room to throw them*
*He tumbles backwards, caught off guard by the sudden snow tsunami*
*Promptly adds Velvet to the list of people hes throwing snowballs at*
(Hello Sil.)
*raises her arms quickly, throwing Blake out of the snowfort*
Thanks, Velvet! (no problem)
(damn, BRB.
*sets TaiaTC on autopilot?*)
((There are far worse tortures for me than boredom, Silente, though not many.))
(*would not be easy with the idea of setting HunterTC, which is really HunterMev.Roleplay, on autopilot*)
*His landing is cushioned by both shadows and snow. Looking at the ruined fort with a dismayed expression, he suddenly has an idea*
*Shadows encompass the remains of the fort, gathering all the snow together into one massive snowball*
*Blake grins and lifts the doomsday snowball above his adversaries*
(@Alastair I image thst is the case.)
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
(Hello, Noelle.
*hugs*)
*fires a light-and-heat-beam at Blake's doomsday snowball, grinning*
*Grins right along with Hunter and releases the freezing water on him, Velvet, and Taia*
The future is a gray seagull
Tattling in its cat-voice of departure, departure.
Age and terror, like nurses, attend her,
And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold, Crawls up out of the sea.
*offers Noelle hugs*
For Susan O'Neill Roe
What a thrill ----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.
Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
Hunter: *glows with heat, transfering the icy water to a nice warm shower*
*although maybe having ice powers would be more useful, being able to heat up definitely has its advantages*
(*listens to Noelle's poetry*)
(I've got to go, goodbye.)
(Bye Blake.)
(Bye Blake.)
(How are you, Silente?)
(I'm..not sure. How are you Hunter?)
*raises a hand at the last moment to evaporate the water/snow* *grabs Taia and leads her to the middle of the frozen lake* *melts the lake, leaving it only frozen in the middle where we are standing* *pulls hands in and snow sweeps over to us, raises hands and four walls grow around us* *taps various sections to make a door and windows before finally creating the raised platform of ice*
(Hmm.
Well, being not sure has its advantages. It means you get to decide.
I think I'm okay. I haven't really . . . existed for a while, so I haven't really been anything for a while.
Rather odd, that.
Wbd. Star is . . . making a wire sculpture.
*looks at Star*
Yes. Good luck there.)
*smiles, and runs across the water to jump on their platform*
Hello again.
*chucks a snowball, short-range, at Velvet*
(*hugs Noelle*)
*whistles for Slushy and makes many duplicates to protect the fort* *Jack continues to build snowballs* *takes a snowball, throws it in the air and hits it with the bat, sending it shooting towards Hunter* *continues doing this*
*She curls up with the kiss Alastair got her and the hug she stole from Niccolò because she's a thief*
*raises arms and sends him flying into the freezing water surrounding the fort* *freezes the rest of the lake, trapping him underwater* *creates a bubble of freezing cold air to prevent anything on the lake from melting*
*cuddles Noelle*
(That's accomplished thievery. :))
*A very good thief* *Steals more Niccolò hugs*
*Hugs her Jawn too*
*And cuddles the kiss again protectively*
(Back, kind of - wbd, though, so I don't think I can snowball any more :/)
(Noelle.. :))
Hunter: *hits the water and falls in, because levitation takes up and awful lot of energy and he's already wet, and swims upwards to put a palm against the surface of the ice, melting it* *this melting and staying warm is taking more and more energy, so he knows it's getting colder*
*waits until the hole he's created is big enough, then uses the surface of unmelted ice to pull himself up, his gloves automatically adapting to the ice's slippery surface and helping him*
*jumps out of the icy water and stands on the icy ice, looking down at it fondly, before looking up and glaring at Velvet*
(Okay Taia!)
(@Noelle: *smiles* Yes.)
(That's okay, formerly sparkly Taia. :))
*take up an awful lot
*takes up
(*sighs*)
*shoves her palm out, causing Hunter to fly back to land* *melts the lake up to the snow fort in the middle so he can't get close* *continues to bat snowballs at him*
(@Velvet and anyone else who didn't know: I'm actually a perfectly competent typer. It's just Star. :/)
(How are you shoving me back?)
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it——
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?——
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot——
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.
It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart——
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
:)
@Hunter: *sparkles a little, in effort to regain her title* :)
*smiles happily at Sparkly Taia :)*
(Air, being an adept means I have chosen to manipulate the weather and can therefore do limited things with elements)
(Hmm, okay. I don't think I can shove air-shoving energy, unfortunately. Not from the air being shoved, anyway.)
*flies backwards, glowing as he keeps his balance*
*skids onto land, and sits on the shore making another snow pile*
(Noelle, did you write that?)
(WOw. *incredible poetry* O_O)
(@Hunter: !!! :))
*convert air-shoving
*SIGHS*
Star, PLEASE think before you hit post. PLEASE. I do have some form of reputation, you know.
*watches him until the pile is big enough, then blows it towards him, triggering a mini avalanche*
(*cuddles anyone who wants hugs, and if they don't then..um... the sentiment is still there?*)
(@Sparkly Taia: YES, it is.)
*calmly shuffles a few steps backwards, and makes another snowball*
*puts it in his jacket (I have multiple portals in there. This particular one goes to -
oh, hang on*
*he realises that his snowball will have melted*
*he makes another snowball and puts it in his freezer inside his portal inside his jacket*
*he makes another snowball*
*grins*
*he's beating Velvet's avalanches don't reach to another place in another time*
*he finds some moldy food in his freezer and he takes it out and puts it into his portal where his rubbish bin is*
*he continues making snowballs*
(...*fades into the ether*)
*wonders if he can convert faded-Silente into normal-Silente*)
(Hello, Audra.)
Hello Hunter, pleasure to meet you.
How are you doing?
I saw earlier someone mentioned a Christmas party? How does that work? Do you uses dresses and nieces outfits for your profile picture?
(*you'll never know until you try*)
Hello Silente, nice to see you again :)
Glad your phone is getting fixed sooner rather than later
It's nice to meet you too. :) What is your opinion of erasers?
I have no idea. Star wasn't around when it was planned.
(*no, you don't, but you also never know whether it'll go wrong and kill Silente until you try, and it likely will*)
If I existed and if I existed near you, I'd get you a new phone, Silente.
I mean, I don't, but it's the thought that counts. How would we count without thoughts? We'd probably just . . . not count. How would we live without counting? We'd probably just . . . not count.
Hmm.
Now here's a question - is counting necessary to life?
(*ah. Maybe don't try it then.*)
(Maybe not.
Although it sounds like an interesting challenge. *grins*)
(Hello Dream.
@Hunter the sentimemt is appreciated.)
Hmm erasers
I quite like them, they make great hats. I find it awful how horribly they get treated and how they are never thanked for erasing your mistakes.
@Silente: Good. :)
*nods at Audra thoughtfully* Thank you.
Silente do you know if people uses dresses and suits and what not as profile pictures for the party?
(*Defades before Hunter can explode her*)
(Yes they usually do Dream.)
For what Hunter? Are you too a person who thinks erasers should have more rights?
Ok, thank you Silente, I guess I should find one then. Hmm.
(Although sometimes they'll just say before hand. For example, I have lots of characters..so not all can have their clothing as my profile pic.)
*blinks* Ooh.
Hello, Silente. :)
I think everything could do with more rights, probably. I mean, what percentage of things /do/ have adequate rights? Very little, I think you'll find.
@Hunter: DEpends on your definition of living? ^^
Hello, Audra Traum. :) I don't believe we've met? *offers a cookie* :)
Wise move, Silente. :P
Technically speaking, Mr. Hunter, every object has at least one right, as well as a left.
(Oh and um..if there's drama at the dance...*cough* totally not my fault. Vampire human couple meant to be getting married possibly going down in flames..)
@Taia: Probably.
Is counting necessary to human society, then?
THANK you, Sir! :)
(Hmm. I completely blame Star for me overlooking that. Her right/left senses have dulled a bit.)
But do things need more multiple rights?
Drama. Flames. Sounds cool. :)
Also, it's not /Mr/ Hunter. It's just Hunter, full stop. Or without a full stop. It's just Hunter. But without the 'just'. Hunter. That's all.
My God, Sir, where do you get your WIT? O_O
Also, Greetings, Sir! :)
@Taia: I think he already possesses it?
...
Naturally, Hunter.
Ms. DeMars, most likely from a secondhand store, as with the majority of my attire.
I do agree Hunter.
Hello Taia, we have not. Nice too meet you :)
*accepts the cookie*
Thank you
Hello Sir Reingington, pleasure to meet you.
*makes a mental reminder in the form of a Post-It note to text Ez about wit and attire*
*whilst he's there, he checks over the rest of his mental Post-It notes, and realises he forgot to do a few of them* *oops*
I suppose that it would be, Ms. Traum. For your information, I have observed you before.
@Hunter: In that case - for human society as we know it - I'd have thought it'd be difficult.
I mean, we wouldn't have a comment count, to start with. We'd just suddenly run out of space to comment. :P
And then you wouldn't be able to say 'next open post is two pages down', because you can't count the pages?
Also, I guess most of science was based on mathematical principles - so depending on whether counting is just vanishing, or has never been here, I expect we wouldn't have progressed very far, or would have progressed quite differently? o0
Because that doesn't make you sound like a stalker, Sir.
As I have with you, Sir
No, not at all Hunter. I watched this place before I commented, not that I understand most of what was happening.
Of course it does not, Hunter. Stalkers have always been characterized by chronic following of a single person, whereas I have observed everyone.
And, of course, what Ms. Traum mentioned.
@Taia: Well.
We wouldn't have MONEY.
I didn't think of maths. Hmm . . .
*wonders where the alternate-reality humans who can't count are and if it's fun there*
@Hunter: Well, okay. *did :P
@Sir: :) :) :)
@Audra: Nice to meet you, too. :)
@Sir: You didn't say that you have observed everyone. You just said that you'd observed /her/.
It really makes you sound more like spies than stalkers. That's okay. Spies are cool.
@Hunter: Well, exactly.
And, yeah. I mean, surely our entire mathematical system originated with counting?
But if we all suddenly lost the ability to count -- well, I don't know. It's hard to imagine.
Human brains are so LIMITED. D:
Hunter, that I did not. However, Ms. Traum is an deniable portion of "everyone".
I am flattered, Ms. Traum.
Hunterrrrrrr xD
If he had just observed me, then yes, I would agree it would a bit stalker ish. But then again I am the new one so there would be more to learn
*measuredly* Yes, your brains ARE limited, aren't they?
If we LOST the ability to count, it would be chaos. *wonders if that would be good or bad* *probably bad; he'd lose the ability to count too* *not that the ether would let that happen to him*
@Sir: I'm sure.
Yes, Sparkly Taia?
@Audra: *nods*
(i am here my darlings ^^)
Hi ....
What do you lot do for entertainment?
*smiles at the results of that past comment*
oops I haven't changed my name brb
@Alastair: I'm not usually here. I'm not one of 'you lot'.
Greetings, Ms. Flame.
Sit around, apparently, Mr. Cruciatus.
Bye ....
*smiles*
@Sir: Sounds rather boring.
Not much, I'm afraid. Good to see you Alistair.
Hello Chloe. Are you doing better today?
(Back! Sorry for poofing, was helping my parents get the house ready for the Christmas party tonight! Mbd but can still play! WHO WANTS TO JOIN THE SNOWBALL FIGHT?!)
(Back. Not that I said I was leaving. But I was. And now I'm back. So um Hi anyone who cares.)
Haven't I already joined?
*looks around for Anyone Who*
Welcome back Silente and Velvet.
Tying a string to the bar...
And falling quickly...
(Hey Dream.
Hello Noelle..)
(im back! im feeling much better thanks
how art thou, everyone?)
Halo Noelle. I hope you are doing at least ok and if not that you will be soon.
@Hunter: *nods* It's like reading, I guess. Like you look around you and if there's writing, your brain automatically translates the symbols into words and meanings, without your consciously noticing.
It'd be like losing a sense, there'd be a big chunk missing from your perception abilities. You'd no longer see two glasses on a table and just know that there are two? You couldn't mix paint by way of, say, 'two parts yellow, one part blue.
I don't know which part/s of the brain has responsibility for counting, specifically - but if you look at it that way, it's entirely possible that one COULD suddenly lose the ability to count.
That's kind of terrifying. O_O
Also @Hunter: No, I was just saying your name and laughing generally bc you're all Hunter-y and :)
(Inkyyyyyy!!! *huggles*)
Oh I'm glad, Chloe. I'm doing fine, thanks.
(*huggles Sil* Silllll!)
(How are you Inky?
*huggles Dream*)
Hello, Inky.
@Taia: What would we DO if we couldn't count?
Thank you. :) It's glad to know my existence is appreciate, Sparkly Taia. :)
(im better thanks ^^
I found the leaving video of one of the classes in my school ^^
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xlUwIwLoi0)
(I'm glad you're better! *cuddles* wanna rp?)
*hugs Silente back*
What are the hugs for?
(*cuddles* okay ^^ you first)
Ah, and I have found my dress
(@Dream the hugs are for being you!)
Hi, Silente. *cares* Welcome back. :)
Chloe! Hello! :) *hugs*
@Hunter: Well, like you said, not count, I presume?
But, I don't know. My brain works mathematically. I don't know how to turn off the counting. I don't know how to imagine it. :)
And- *bows* Of course, Hunter. :)
Annabelle: -sits, watching Cole sleep, not in a creepy way, just because the triplets are in his room-
MrBBWolf: -paces, hat tilted very low-fat
(Taia! *huggles* been awhile! how art thou?)
Cole: *opens his eyes a slit and smiles* hey
*sits on the table, the baby bump bigger than before*
*Inky looks more tired and pale* why are you doing that?
Ah, well thank you Silente.
And it appears I must go. Goodbye!
(Yes Hunter, do you want to continue or wait for more people?
Hey Inky, Audra, Sil, Noelle, Hunter, Taia and anyone else who happens to be on!)
Annabelle: -blushes slightly and smiles- hey..
MrBBWolf: - glances at Inky then back at his feet, still pacing-
Inky...You're..dying...
(byii Aud!
Hey Vel!)
Cole: *sits up* how are you?
*sighs* its not definite yet! being pregnant is stressful anyways!
(How are you Chloe? Do you want to rp?)
Annabelle: I'm fine..
MrBBWolf: Inky..please! See sense...
...
I can't feel nothing at all...
Goodbye
(Goodbye Noelle.)
(okay Vel ^^ Im good thanks! you?)
Cole: why are you standing there...?
*sighs and places hand on belly* no, I will not get rid of this child
(byii Noelle *huggles*)
Annabelle: the triplets. I thought I heard them crying.
MrBBWolf: Inky..please, I beg off you, don't...let this be your end.
Bye, Audra, it was nice meeting you! :)
@Chloe: *huggles back* :)
Yeah, I've been struggling for time a bit, with school and whatnot. It's good to see you. :)
I'm good, thanks - excepting that I've been sick for a couple of weeks now. Otherwise grand. :)
How're you?
Hi again, Velvet! :)
I'll sit out on the Snowball Fight, this time. Watching, though. :)
Cole: really? *looks over to the triplets*
*smiles* don't worry, I wont come back and haunt ya
(I'd rather wait for more people, if it's all the same to you. More people = more snowballs = more of a snowball fight.)
(Sorry, Star got distracted).
Annabelle: -looks at the sleeping triplets-
Um.. yeah.
MrBBWolf: This isn't a joke Inky..
Cole: *smirks* okay
I know! *whines*
(Okay Taia and Hunter, I agree!
Not sure where we left off Chloe... Think it was this...)
Well... I would definitely keep it if that's what you mean... Wait, would it be like half Demon or something and kill me when I gave birth... Damn... I'm thinking of Twilight too much, why am I even thinking Twilight, I hate it? Why am I ranting?
Annabelle: -blushes- anyway..
-leans against the door frame slightly-
They wake up last night at all?
MrBBWolf: Then why do you act like it is?!
(Fab first comment! Insulting Twilight... :P
I dedicate to Garky, happy six weekaversary!)
(If anyone needs someone to roleplay with, I'm here. Or rather there.)
(*cuddles Hunter* okay Hunter. Are you well?)
Felix: *laughs* I don't know
Cole: once or twice, but it was no bother *smiles at them* they are pretty little things
*shrugs* I have to keep things light hearted otherwise I wont be able to cope
(awwww hear hear! and thanks ^^)
Annabelle: they are. *smiles at the babies*
Thank you..
MrBBWolf: - sighs and slumps into a chair-
Inky please..
(I'm really not sure. When you're a bodiless entity inhabiting someone's mind who only just began rexisting today, can you be unless?
I suppose you can exist unwell-ly, but why on earth would you want to do that? Then you'd be unwell.
Anyway, I suppose I must be well. Are you well, Silente?)
(Star: . . .
*looks at Cole saying the twins are pretty young things and thinks abotu Larry LaSalle in Heroes and his obsession with the 'sweet young things'*)
Cole: *smiles* its alright
I will not...do you realize how amazing it is to see youyr child being born? I don't want you missing out on that opportunity!
(Star! Cole is nothing like that creep!)
*unwell
(I SWEAR, you would think you would get used to this but it's just so ANNOYING! WHY, on earth, when I want to type one word, does another word come out? Do you think Star's hands are trying to stage a pathetic attempt at a rebellion against her brain? If so, why don't they shake? See, they can't even pathetically rebel well enough!
Honestly.)
(Star: I know, just . . . pretty young things. :P
"Even their heat is sweet."
XD)
Annabelle: you've really helped..them. And me. I doubt I'd be able to cope on my own.
MrBBWolf: and I don't want you missing out on life! On raising your pups! Do you really want them alone?
(Welcome Chloe!)
*lies back* Urgh my brain annoys me...
(I think I'm well Hunter. Are you having a moment of existential doubt?)
(*cringes at the memory of yr 11 English*)
Felix: your brain is perfect, like you
Cole: anytime Anna *smiles* Im glad to be of service to you and the little ones
*stiffens* Ed will come back for them
(damn
I found a vid on youtube of my prom and im only in one bit, where im just walking by
I wish they would put on the photo story they created
at least im in that one!)
*giggles and moves closer to Felix, hugging him*
Annabelle: - blushes a bit and makes sure she keeps looking at the pups-
Yeah..thanks...they really need y-you..
MrBBWolf: Will he? Can you be sure of that?
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTxt_zjiDLo
if you skip to 6:09 and watch as a girl in a navy dress walks past
that's me and that's all I do in the video)
Felix: *hugs Vel tight*
Cole: as you do...its hard enough being a young mother, let alone a single one
He wouldn't just leave them...he was so excited about their birth
STAR NO
(GAH it's so COOL how things influence the way we perceive the world, though, like that.
Like, just because you saw a film or read a book or overheard a conversation, there are so many more processes and possibilities and *squeaks* in any otherwise unrelated scenarios, like, really complex networks and--
Not going to rant, but, yeah. :) :) :) )
@Sil: *eyes darken* Please don't ask me that. It makes me think of existential doubt, which causes me to have it.
*he tilts his head upwards, and grey flows into his irises*
I wasn't. I know I don't exist, but I know I most definitely do exist, and . . . that's just life. Some people have lives where they're spies, some people have lives where they make wire sculptures, and some people have second lives where they don't exist. But I know I do exist. I -
*he cuts off, and the grey in his eyes sharpens to a dark steel grey*
How're you?)
Annabelle: -smiles- yes, as do I.
-looks at him, smiling, day dreaming a little again-
MrBBWolf: -sighs-
Okay..I'm sorry Inky but..please don't die..
(Star: @Taia: I know! :) :) :)
It's really great. :) :) :) :) :) )
(Hunter: . . . it is really great.
*the grey in his eyes lightens a bit*)
(-blinks at Hunter-
Um.. sorry?)
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