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 Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 12:59 pm
 "My name is Yoru... and her name is Sayuri." He felt like... nothing. Geez. Someone had to go all the say to gummy clearing to get that aunt of his.
"She is.. in gummy clearing. If yea know where that is.." He commented. "Don't worry about it I said. Don't want cha going ALL the way over there for me. Just... I need some soda I guess." Being tired of really having to hide his hungry. Something to drink will help him out to move more. Well. Better than this guy going ALL the way over there. Impossible. He couldnt ask that of someone.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 4:42 pm
His smile looked rather sharp because of his hawkish features, but at least it was a smile. "Soda, comin' right up."
He bounded off in the direction of the soda river, trying to think of something he could use to carry soda in. Maybe some kind of soft candy rock that he could stretch out and curve into a bowl of sorts... When he got there he found a kind of crystallized candy leaf and used it to scoop up some soda. He returned much more slowly, balancing the leaf, and lowered it to Yoru. "Here yeh go," he said heartily. "Drink up!" If the pup couldn't move his head enough Devon was poised to tip it closer for him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 1:52 pm
Reluctantly he drank what the falcon numa gave to him. He didnt desire help.. but he guessed that this was the only way he was able to move again. The soft drink made the dry caverns in his body moist. Which was much needed. His tail began to wag and with only moments his limbs were now able to move. He turned and slowly lifted himself up with much failure but finally suceeded.
"Dear Sir. I bid my thanks.. you have helped me much..." He said as his red eyes rolled to the top of his sockets. Looking direction at him. "I am sorry you had to go through the trouble and get this for me." He explained in an old english accent. His tail whipped to his side and curled around his back left leg. "Do you need anything to be done in return good sir." It was his custom, as he was raised to be a gentleman. His black hair whirled around in a circle from the breeze.
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