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BanaBatGirl · 10-23-2012, 05:28 PM

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

That child was... laughing at him. She was totally making fun of him! Wesley pouted pathetically and stopped pinching himself. It was time to face the facts...

O_O

Okay, no time for facts--that child was going crazy! Wesley went wide-eyed and stared at the commotion of the wailing girl. Pippin, on the other hand, was suddenly scared of the loud, obnoxious hollering and backed into the corner of the playpen in order to avoid the stomping feet.

"Pippin, come!" Wesley called as he stood up and the puppy leaped over the fence over to his owner. Wesley picked him up and patted his head. THAT was when he saw some GUY standing by Pippin's playpen. Well, hellooooo where did you come from?!

Was this... DADDY? GASP. "Is that yours?" he asked, motioning towards the child with supersonic vocal chords. Maybe Wesley wasn't dreaming at all. "Pippin wouldn't hurt a fly," Wesley said to the man who was accusing his puppy of hurting that crazy little child. Holding his puppy protectively to his chest, Wesley surveyed the man carefully. He looked familiar... Wesley narrowed his eyes. "Do I know you?"

"He BIT me, Daddy!" Mallory stared up at her father stubbornly, her sticky little fingers now turned on the silly man and his silly gdoggy. "I just wanted to bite 'im to see if he tastes as fluffy as 'ee looks!"

Fletcher had to bite ~~no pun intended~~ back a laugh at that one. The logic of a two-year-old. Heh. "Well he's just like any other living creature, honey," he bent down and scooped up his daughter, much like the way the shopkeeper had scooped up his pup. "He sure doesn't like being bitten!"

"He wasn' fluffy anyway, an' he tasted wike furrr," Mallory grumbled, sticking her tongue out at the puppy from the safety of her father's arms.

"SHE is mine, yes," Fletcher narrowed his eyes at the shopkeeper and tightened his hold on Mal, who squirmed in his arms. Uhhh did he know him? No, it wasn't like Fletcher hand't just WORKED in this SAME ALLEY for the past few YEARS. It wasn't like he'd gone and paintballed all of WWW!

He nearly laughed again. "Uh, nope, nope, don't think we've met." He plastered on a grin and held out a hand for the guy. "Fletcher, just Fletcher."

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo That child was... laughing at him. She was totally making fun of him! Wesley pouted pathetically and stopped pinching himself. It was time to face the facts... O_O Okay, no time for facts--that child was going crazy! Wesley went wide-eyed and stared at the commotion of the wailing girl. Pippin, on the other hand, was suddenly scared of the loud, obnoxious hollering and backed into the corner of the playpen in order to avoid the stomping feet. "Pippin, come!" Wesley called as he stood up and the puppy leaped over the fence over to his owner. Wesley picked him up and patted his head. THAT was when he saw some GUY standing by Pippin's playpen. Well, hellooooo where did you come from?! Was this... DADDY? GASP. "Is that yours?" he asked, motioning towards the child with supersonic vocal chords. Maybe Wesley wasn't dreaming at all. "Pippin wouldn't hurt a fly," Wesley said to the man who was accusing his puppy of hurting that crazy little child. Holding his puppy protectively to his chest, Wesley surveyed the man carefully. He looked familiar... Wesley narrowed his eyes. "Do I know you?" "He BIT me, Daddy!" Mallory stared up at her father stubbornly, her sticky little fingers now turned on the silly man and his silly gdoggy. "I just wanted to bite 'im to see if he tastes as fluffy as 'ee looks!" Fletcher had to bite ~~no pun intended~~ back a laugh at that one. The logic of a two-year-old. Heh. "Well he's just like any other living creature, honey," he bent down and scooped up his daughter, much like the way the shopkeeper had scooped up his pup. "He sure doesn't like being bitten!" "He wasn' fluffy anyway, an' he tasted wike furrr," Mallory grumbled, sticking her tongue out at the puppy from the safety of her father's arms. "SHE is mine, yes," Fletcher narrowed his eyes at the shopkeeper and tightened his hold on Mal, who squirmed in his arms. Uhhh did he know him? No, it wasn't like Fletcher hand't just WORKED in this SAME ALLEY for the past few YEARS. It wasn't like he'd gone and paintballed all of WWW! He nearly laughed again. "Uh, nope, nope, don't think we've met." He plastered on a grin and held out a hand for the guy. "Fletcher, just Fletcher." __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind