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Magical Soul · 08-18-2013, 02:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

That just sealed it, then. Mo was a terrible terrible person, and an even worse friend. Cleo couldn't even stand to talk to Mo, and they'd been friends for ages. Years. Maybe even a decade. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut, and he really had no clue how to respond. Should he argue?

Or should he let her go?

"You really will owl me, though? Don't just say you will and then not do it." Because he wasn't mad or crazed, but he couldn't stand the idea that she would just leave and not contact him again. He scooted up toward the counter with Cleo, picking creatures out of her hair.

Cleo nodded her head and tried to say yes but didn't because she was pouting and sniffing and she didn't want him to ask questions but Mo was a top question asker and she didn't even know what kind of answers his questions would need. She felt less weight on her head, too, and less pulling.

"Excuse me." The fifteen-years-old spread all the seven of pygmy puffs on the counter and wiped her face with her hand. "I want to buy those seven pygmy puffs please? I didn't bring a cage--" Wibble. "--I couldn't carry it with them in my arms." And she wanted to move out from Mo's way as quickly as possible. But here he was still sticking with her, which was lovely.

Sniffsniffsniff.

08-18-2013, 02:25 PM	#316 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin That just sealed it, then. Mo was a terrible terrible person, and an even worse friend. Cleo couldn't even stand to talk to Mo, and they'd been friends for ages. Years. Maybe even a decade. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut, and he really had no clue how to respond. Should he argue? Or should he let her go? "You really will owl me, though? Don't just say you will and then not do it." Because he wasn't mad or crazed, but he couldn't stand the idea that she would just leave and not contact him again. He scooted up toward the counter with Cleo, picking creatures out of her hair. Cleo nodded her head and tried to say yes but didn't because she was pouting and sniffing and she didn't want him to ask questions but Mo was a top question asker and she didn't even know what kind of answers his questions would need. She felt less weight on her head, too, and less pulling. "Excuse me." The fifteen-years-old spread all the seven of pygmy puffs on the counter and wiped her face with her hand. "I want to buy those seven pygmy puffs please? I didn't bring a cage--" Wibble. "--I couldn't carry it with them in my arms." And she wanted to move out from Mo's way as quickly as possible. But here he was still sticking with her, which was lovely. Sniffsniffsniff.