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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 25, 2008 20:11:23 GMT -5
"Please, for your own- your own safety-" Herbert stammered, putting a hand to his forehead and trying to prevent himself from losing his temper enough to possibly trigger a fit. Most of the other customers had had the sense to leave when he glared at them...
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 25, 2008 20:59:31 GMT -5
Mercutio quirked a brow, frowning slightly at the clerk's reaction. Had he, by some strange stroke of luck, uncovered a dominatrix with extreme anger issues?
"You're looking a tad queer, my fine fellow, are you unwell?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 25, 2008 22:03:23 GMT -5
"I think you should leave," Herbert said very deliberately.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 26, 2008 22:20:55 GMT -5
Mercutio hesitated. Something was a little off here, something prickling down his spine and making him straighten, almost warily. There was something about the other man's voice, the deliberate, measured pacing of it, and something about the way he'd put a hand to his face.
Maybe it was Mercutio's shrunken, suffering excuse for survival insticts twitching weakly.
"Whyyyyy?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 27, 2008 3:27:02 GMT -5
"It's best that you don't press too hard for an answer," he replied with a rather forced grin, baring long pointed teeth at either edge of his upper deck in the process.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 28, 2008 17:25:58 GMT -5
Holy Mother above-
Mercutio's eyes widened slightly. He bolted, and was half-way down the street before his hindbrain let go of his legs and he wondered why he'd run.
Damn. I wonder how he got his teeth to do that. An illusion?
He'd simply have to come back later.
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