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Post by keeran on Jul 14, 2010 14:14:28 GMT -5
*Keeran was happy that he was talking.*
How I got Mittens is a long and complicated story.
*It wasn't that, it was just that she didn't want to tell him that she was a mutant. Pretty much she saw the big tiger stuffed animal and wanted it really badly and it sprang to life, following her out of the toy store.*
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Post by lifeforce on Jul 14, 2010 14:21:38 GMT -5
Mitsuru nodded his head. Usually the people who got exotic animals as pets usually had long complicated stories, or they were extremely rich and just paid for them. Mitsuru couldn’t see why they would want exotic animals, he was just happy with his one horse Bandit. “It usually is.”
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Post by keeran on Jul 14, 2010 15:03:35 GMT -5
*Keeran's smile grew wider.*
Well to tell the truth I wanted it and so it came to me...in a sense
*She wasn't telling a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth. She did want it really bad, and it followed her out of the store, but it seemed more complected than that.*
And I'm not rich, if that's what your thinking.
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Post by lifeforce on Jul 14, 2010 15:09:54 GMT -5
Mitsuru actually smiled when she said that she wasn’t rich. “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.” He meant it as kind of a joke, but because of his personality it came out as more of an insult, not that he meant it to.
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Post by keeran on Jul 14, 2010 15:15:42 GMT -5
*Keeran sighed, she hadn't been around a boy like him. Her gaze went out the window. She half expected, half hoped for Channer to be walkint towards the small shop, but it wasn't going to happen. She almost felt bad about how she had treated him in Rome, almost.*
Did you have riding lessons or teach yourself?
*She wanted to stay on this subject, he was talking to her. She thought that he would have taught himself because he didn't like people. She wished she could have taken riding lessons.*
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Post by lifeforce on Jul 14, 2010 15:37:23 GMT -5
Mitsuru was silent when she asked him who taught him how to ride. The answer, his parents. He had grew up on a ranch and his parents taught him how to ride. Until they died that was, then he had been thrown from foster care to foster care, until he finally ended up at the institute. The professor was the only one who sincerely offered him a place to call home since his parents died. “My parents.”
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Post by keeran on Jul 14, 2010 16:43:21 GMT -5
*Keeran's smile dissapeared. She never knew actual parents. She wished that she did, but there was now way that she could find out who they were. Suprisingly she got really quiet, started to slowly eating her cake. Also sipping her coffee.*
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Post by lifeforce on Jul 14, 2010 17:08:18 GMT -5
Finally he had managed to get the girl to shut up, but now he kinda felt..bad? He had wanted her to stop talking, but her looking so depressed made him wish that she were talking nonstop. At least he knew what to say with she didn’t shut up. With her being all silent he didn’t know what to do. “My parents died.” That was all he could say, what else could he say? This is why he hated people.
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Post by keeran on Jul 14, 2010 17:14:41 GMT -5
*Keeran kept her eyes down.*
At least you knew them. My so called parents abandond me in an abandonde house.
*She hated remembering, even though she was a baby when it happend. She hated to think about tham. What kinde of people abandon their baby girl in a house.*
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